“In a video address shared on Twitter, he [Trump] urged his supporters to 'go home' but repeated an unsubstantiated claim that the election was 'stolen'.

“He said: "I know your pain, I know you’re hurt. We had an election that was stolen from us, it was a landslide election and everyone knows it especially the other side.

“'But you have to go home now, we have to have peace, we have to have law and order, we have to respect our great people in law and order. We don't want anybody hurt.' ...

“He ended the video message by calling the protesters 'very special', adding: 'We can’t play into the hands of these people.

"'We have to have peace. So go home. We love you. You’re very special.'"

Twitter disabled the video from being liked or retweeted 'due to a risk of violence'. It was later deleted.[1]

Love, hate, or don't care about Trump, the point here is that he is being mega-demonized and somewhat scapegoated by Brainwash Media with Big Tech as high school arbiters deciding what can and cannot be known. Also worth noting is that in June of 2020, though not as dramatic as the coup-coup in Bolivia, Trump did a photo-op in front of a church, deliberately displaying in his raised right hand, wait for it, a Bible.

fame is a fickle mistress
Trump has been finger-pointed-at for lying and b.s.ing yet that is also precisely what the Brainwash Media does virtually 24-7. What was prominent in the news and not hidden like the above, is that Trump – the social media darling – was suddenly suspended by Twitter and FaceBook after four years of hyperbolic hashtags and tremendous bombast. Trump, who the Brainwash and Social Media helped make king of the pontificating pulpit, suddenly deposed. Possible motive? … non-MAGAers can all go 'Ahhhh.... it’s so calming to have Sleepy Joe at the helm, so make a fresh pot of chamomile, kick back and watch the evening news.'
 
But before you nod off in front of the screen, here are the last two stanzas of “A Ritual To Read To Each Other”, a poem by William Stafford:
 
    And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
    a remote important region in all who talk:
    though we could fool each other, we should consider--
    lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.

    For it is important that awake people be awake,
    or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
    the signals we give--yes or no, or maybe--
    should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
 
The thin breaking or stress lines are daily tested and the general lack of decorum is dark and deep, so it is essential that people stay awake and continue communicating about what is nonsense and what is sense, what is a con-job and what is a conjoining. A populace already stressed from simply enduring the new routines due to covid-19 is now further on edge due to the volatility of Capitol affairs.

I don't know much about all this politics stuff but I do know that the prospect of a UNITED States is as far-fetched as a stick a dog can't find. What concerns me though, is how all this faction, crackdown, and lockdown stuff will play out. Seems the best-case scenario is like that bumper-sticker you can ponder while waiting in line for your drive-thru meal or curb-side pick-up:




NOTE
[1] “Leaving In Style”


Mankh (Walter E. Harris III) is an essayist and resident poet at Axis of Logic, as well as a correspondent-poet for the WUSB 90.1FM radio segment “Radical Words”. In addition to his work as a writer and small press publisher, he travels a holistic mystic pathway staying in touch with Turtle Island. His website is here.