QUARANTINE LIFE: INSURRECTION FALLOUT

Don’t keep punching someone for sport, and finally, when bruised and bloodied, they pick up a two-by-four and smack the living daylights out of you, suddenly there's a problem. That's not the time to tell them you're the same; you're even, and they should just forget it. Naw, playa. You just didn’t believe they'd hit back---or had the right to.

There’s a whole lot of shocked entitled people whose worlds are closing in; whose view of their own is shifting; who are regretting the field trip they took to DC. There are congressmen and women who are learning that words matter and lies are damaging. The monsters they created, turned on them, too, last Wednesday. Now they have an inkling of how Black folk have been terrorized on a regular basis since the Reconstruction Era. 

Those knocks on the door from three- letter agencies are coming...too slowly for me, but they’re coming. Now people who participated in an insurrection are on no-fly lists—just like Muslim Americans who were demonized for just being too brown on a plane.

That joker drained the swamp alright, and the swamp creatures boldly posted themselves all over social media, gave interviews, and smiled for the Capitol’s cameras because they didn’t think there would be any consequences— because there had never been any.

The devil is a liar; loyal to no one. You would have thought with all that Bible thumping they would have stumbled across that little tidbit.