Don't ask me to take the Jan. 6 insurrectionists seriously
They're the sorriest pack of Decembrists you ever saw.
My latest, for the New Republic, is a confession that, try as I might, I can’t bring myself to fear the insurrectionists who stormed the U.S. Capitol on the Feast of the Epiphany. I deplore them for sure. I want them to be punished harshly for their crimes. But fear them as the leading edge of incipient fascism? For Christ’s sake, just look at them. They start bawling and apologizing the second you slap handcuffs on them. Better to die on your feet than live on your knees? Tell that to the QAnon Shaman, who dishonored revolutionaries through the ages with his pathetic self-justifications yesterday before he was sentenced to 41 months in the slammer. Or Kevin Fairlamb, who also got 41 months, to whom it never seems to have occurred that if you punch a cop in the face you’re going to do hard time. They’re spoiled idiot children who when they get caught apologize immediately and say they were deceived by the crap they saw on social media.
Read it here.
Earlier this week, I disputed the untruthful published claim of Mark Meadows’s lawyer that top White House aides never appear before Congress without a fight. Meadows would be the fourth White House chief of staff to testify before Congress in modern times. Two of them made no attempt to claim executive privilege and the third did so very half-assedly.