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Profiles in Cowardice

If you watched and heard the testimony from the impeachment trial, and were not moved, then you must be dead inside. Those police officers fought for HOURS, with no relief.  The one person who could have stopped it did nothing.  The mob was 58 steps from the lawmakers and their staff. Mitt Romney and Chuck Schumer were going the wrong way and saved by police. The footage of Pence and his family ushered down the back stairs, the mob chanting hang Pence after reading Trump's tweet about him being a traitor. The black officer who broke down in the rotunda when the mob was finally cleared, saying "I got called a n***** 15 times. "What the f*** man? Is this America?". Sadly this is a small part of America. It could be the majority of America of the future if nothing is done. It would pave the way for more of this in the future.  Is the peaceful transfer of power something of the past? Is the American experiment with democracy over? 

This had to be like fighting in a war.  If there are no sanctions for one of the worst days in American history, this is a big f you to the police who put their own bodies on the line.  Some lost their lives, some maimed, some committed suicide.  They should not be expected to be disposable in order to preserve someone's political career, as some in congress seem to be taking their sacrifices for granted. They have families, hopes, dreams.

This morning I heard Josh Hawley was sitting with his feet up and reading a magazine during testimony.  Ted Cruz was tweeting about breast feeding. These police saved their lives, and they are bored?  These people need to remembered as the worst of the worst.  How can they be part of the trial when they aided and abetted by propagating the big lie? Profiles in cowardice. And they aren't protecting DJT, they are grasping on to continued power.

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  1. I had to share your picture. It is perfect for a perfectly shitty outcome!

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