How are you feeling tonight, Senator? Did you watch the ceremony? Of course you did, you were there, along with the rest of the leadership. Did it even make an impression on you? This was a man you knew, whether you knew him by name of not, you interacted with him. And now his blood is on your hands.
If you’re looking for sympathy from me, you’ve come to the wrong place. Look it up in the dictionary, sympathy falls between shit and syphilis. Which is right about where you fall in these days too.
For five long years, you silently enabled the corpulent, hateful toad in the White House. You laughed off most of his vitriolic hatred, giving him tacit permission to keep right up, and when the truth became uncomfortable, you shrugged it off the the media with an offhand I don’t follow his tweets.
The truly tragic part is that none of this had to happen! You already had your chance. Just a bare year ago, you and the rest of your sniveling sycophants sat in judgement of The Man Who Would Be Bling. There was more than ample evidence that Trump had violated his oath to the constitution, and to his country. But your troth was already plighted to Trump, and it was politically expedient to just keep letting him run amok. Think of this. If the rest of you craven cowards had followed the lead of Senator Romney, and voted to convict, none of this ever would have happened. His blood is on all of your hands, and I sincerely hope that you’re visited nightly by a pale ghost sitting on your headboard.
But there is a glimmer of hope for you Senator McConnell. You have one out, one chance at redemption. And here it is. Tonight, this minute, you get on the blower to every member of your caucus of cowards. And you tell them that you expect to see them in the rotunda of the Capitol at 7 tomorrow morning. They will pay their respects, and they will look that family in the eye, and offer their sincere condolences, and their personal apologies.
And when all of that is done, and the official congressional ceremony is over with, at 2 PM, you will call your ragtag cadre of cowards into a conference room. You will remind them that the second impeachment trial of Donald Trump will begin on Tuesday. And they will listen to the evidence, and they will keep an open mind. And then you will tell them that, when they go to cast their votes, the last thought that should go through their minds was the events of this morning, because they are all complicit in it.
Because this isn’t political anymore. Not anymore. Alexandria Ocasio Cortes, and all of the other Democrats who pushed so hard for this second impeachment were all right, all along. The ceremony we witnessed tonight, and the even more solemn congressional memorial that will follow tomorrow, are an exercise in national mourning and healing. And there can’t be healing without responsibility and accountability. And while almost almost every single one of the total GOP caucus in congress was implicit in enabling Trump’s blatant attempt at a coup d etat. it is far past time for Trump himself to pay the piper.
So come on Mitch, for once in your sad, shallow, power craven life, do something for someone other than yourself. Trump can’t hurt you anymore, you just got reelected. And besides, the party that you swore your fealty to all those decades ago doesn’t exist anymore, it belongs to Trump now. Think of the haunted, shattered looks in the eyes of the family you saw tonight. Do the right thing. You won’t get sainthood, but at this point, whatever rehabilitation you can get is the best you can hope for. DO you honestly want your name linked to Trump’s for all of history?
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