Apprehension Nibbles at Me Day and Night

After watching the insurrection at the Capitol, seeing the openly anti-Semitic signs, the armed white supremacists delivering violence and threatening murder, I find it hard to escape dread.  I keep think of Weimar Germany as Hitler fought to take power, his first unsuccessful coup attempt and his success at taking the government not that long afterward.  I think of Chile where the democratically elected president was murdered by the right wing coup and so were thousands of other people penned in a stadium, tortured, executed, just ‘disappeared.’  These white supremacists intend violent overthrow of the government and the execution of lefties like me, Jews like me, feminists like me, writers like me.                                                    

I wonder if local police, National Guards, the Army itself actually want to resist these people.  They surely didn’t on January 6th. I have never seen demonstrators handled so gently, allowed to disperse.  Nobody was thrown into a paddy wagon the way anti-war protestors and BLM people were treated – they marched with with teargas, swinging billy clubs, getting people on the ground and beating them bloody. I saw police chatting with with insurrectionists they had arrested as they were sitting comfortably in the paddy wagon.

I only hope the FBI agents are still pissed enough at the firing of Comey, who was very well liked in the agency, and trump’s derogatory remarks about them, so that they will proceed to make the insurrectionists accountable and imprison them.  i’m not betting on anything.  It took personal danger and a serious fright to get even some Republicans to break with Trump and many won’t, no matter what he says or does.  Power is addictive.

I have been able to get back into poetry this week in spite of my worries.  it felt good to return to my own real work.  Two poems this week. 

We’re spending a quiet weekend with football and each other—and of course, the cats. I wish I could see a vaccine coming any time soon.  This isolation is wearing on me as well as on just about everyone else who is alive – except of course the Trumpers, who think no matter how many hundred thousands die of Covid, it’s a hoax, just like the flu – the Spanish Flu, perhaps? That killed millions. So, they are free to run around mask-less and infect others.

I am reading short stories, The Office of Historical Correction by Danielle Evans.  Friday was a bad day.  I woke with my ankle on fire and became very crabby with pain.  Woody was glad to get out of the house. I guess I overdid exercise Thursday.  I have to take a couple of days off from exercising, especially the ankle exercises.  Today we’re having a good rain and I look forward to the NFL playoffs and a steak supper. Dale gave us a subscription to the streaming service BritBox, but I have never had such trouble getting into a site. It doesn’t recognize me as having a subscription.  It has been two weeks and I still can’t get in.