A Broken-hearted Tie o’ the Day

This is how I feel about today’s disruption of the ceremonial counting of the 2020 electoral votes at the U. S. Capitol—a requirement of the United States Constitution. Not only has the Constitutional business of the People been disrupted, but the bullying trespass into the Capitol has been an embarrassing spectacle, at about the same maturity level as guileless brats breaking into a church to take narcissistic selfies as they destroy sacred property—for no other reason than to post their self-absorbed and destructive actions for all to see.

The saddest thing about today’s dangerous undermining of American Democracy is that I fully expected it was going to happen. Bad behavior is apparently the new normal, even when it comes to what the Constitution demands.

I believe in the power that passionate, safe, well-planned, and well-disciplined protests can have for the common good of the People. But the undertaking today didn’t have a single redeeming characteristic. In fact, it made America appear weak and unhinged. I can’t stop crying.

B-r-r-r-r! And I Don’t Mean Raymond.

I could not get warm this morning, no matter how high I jacked up the heat. 2 pajama bottoms under my cargo pants, 1 t-shirt, 1 sweatshirt, 4 sweaters, 1 coat, and 1 flannel Tie o’ the Day later, I was beginning to feel some warmth. Of course, it was a good thing I was holding my photo clicker in my hand, so I could take the picture—because, just like Ralphie’s dressed-for-the-cold little brother in A CHRISTMAS STORY, I could neither bend my arms nor put them down to my sides. It was my only defense. To the cold, I mean.