January 13, 2020
I was held in shock as I
watched the events of last Wednesday. I had worried, after posting my essay,
that I might have been overstating things, that my words and the emotion they
expressed might be seen as being overly dramatic. The part of that essay I’m thinking
of is this:
“What
we’re witnessing isn’t something as on-the-surface laudable as an attempt to
stand up for justice. At best, it’s a
political stunt.
At worst, and really, in truth, it is an attempt to subvert democracy,
pure and simple. What’s planned to happen today in the United States Congress
is not the peaceful protest of men and women standing firmly in the light of
righteous principle.
It’s an attempt by people with no morals, and certainly no love of the
U.S. Constitution, to highjack a nation to feed their own greedy political ambitions.”
Those words, written the day before they
were posted, for the most part, proved truer than I wanted to see.
In the aftermath of the attack on the
Capitol, there’s been an earthquake registering 2.2 on the Richter scale caused
by all the people scrambling to try and cover their asses.
I’ve been hearing a lot of caveats to the
violence from the promoters of lies. For the record, there were no “antifa” or “BLM”
protestors who were causing the damage while the saintly MAGA people fought to
defend the place. That was a lie that is actually gaining traction and I dare
anyone to show me a clip of that happening. Silly me, wanting bald-faced liars
to provide proof!
In fact, a statement was released several
days before by the leaders of BLM which is an actual group (as opposed to
ANTIFA which is not), saying they were not going to be anywhere in the vicinity
of the U. S. Capitol. And for those silly MAGA people who claim otherwise….well,
never mind.
Truth needs to be spoken. Senator Romney
said that in his remarks Wednesday night, and he is absolutely right. All those
in the congress who voted to overturn a legitimate election need to assert that
there was no wide-spread fraud in the November election. Period. Before there
can be reconciliation, there must be confession and accountability.
It was several years ago when David and I stayed
in Arlington for a few days and took a cab into D.C. each morning, to tour the
White House, the Capitol, The National Cemetery, the Vietnam Memorial, and the
Lincoln Memorial. In the Capitol building, we were even shown into the gallery –
congress was in session—and we also got to see the “old Senate Chamber”. We
were filled with a sense of reverence and being under the capitol dome was an
experience neither of us will ever forget, no matter how old we get. This was
in the 1990s.
We went to the archives and saw the Constitution
and the Declaration of Independence under green glass!
We’d had to get tickets for the White
House and the Capitol and I think the Archives, ahead of time, and being
Canadian, that was very understandable. The security was tight, as it should
have been.
Last Wednesday, we were heart-sick
watching the lack of respect, the lack of morals, the careless disregard for
all that those so-called patriots claim to hold dear. I began writing this essay
several days later, and I still feel sick over what I saw.
I stayed up late to watch the proceedings
when the joint session resumed—which in my opinion was the very best middle
finger the congress could have given all those insurrectionists—seditionists—who’d
tried to tear down what they could not even understand.
I’m not a Democrat. I’m not a Republican.
I have admired politicians from both those parties, and I have condemned
politicians from both those parties as well.
I am a human being. I believe in democracy,
and democratic republics. I believe in people. I believe that love is stronger
than hate, and that we’re all here on this earth to help each other. I believe
that truth is, and that’s something I never imagined I would ever have
to say.
I have a long-time friend who lives in
Pennsylvania who has believed for some time now that a second civil war in the
U. S, is inevitable.
As I have since I first heard him say
those words, I pray every day that what he believes will happen, will never
come to fruition.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
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