Yahrzeit

Let me just say that I resent the absolute fuck out of the Kleptocrat and his knuckle-dragging, gap-toothed, mouth-breathing, moronic cultists—and all their Republican enablers—for turning the Feast of the Epiphany, the culminating event of Christmas, into one of the worst days in American history.

They literally smeared shit on the walls of the Capitol and bragged about it. They mauled the outnumbered US Capitol Police who were defending the peaceful transfer of power and strutted through the streets of DC like putschists. They carried Nazi and Confederate flags into the seat of government and howled for the blood of other Americans.

For the past week or so, news media have been running retrospectives on that ghastly event; you can’t escape it unless you unplug from everything. Which I can’t do, as my job kinda requires it.

But today I’m going to do my best to set the MEAL Team 6 fuckwits aside and think of Orthodox Christmas, el día de los tres reyes, presents, feasting and the best that humanity can do. I know that, in my lifetime, 6 January is always going to bring up this vomit of White rage. But I don’t have to let it cover me. It's Epiphany.