A Failure of High Dudgeon


It's the final night of the January 6th hearings and the country is better for the work. But about half of the country seems to think it's not important. This effort to not hold accountable 45 and his cronies makes you wonder how Watergate ever happened. The efforts to actually make the voting machines vote differently would be a crime. But not wanting to leave office isn't really much of a crime. 

Even assembling your fans and riling them up isn't really a very convincing cause of action. So, because a handful of better angels and Capitol Hill police were able to, Pence didn't hang and Pelosi wasn't attacked on national television. 

The hideousness isn't illegal. So...now what?

It's so bad, and hopeless, that my entire MAC (Music Appreciation Club) is holding our last summer gathering instead of watching. In fact, our meeting is the very same time as the hearings. I feel like a traitor to the committee. I feel wrong. But I also know however high my high dudgeon is, it really doesn't change the legality that is preventing the Justice Department from arresting the previous president and his people. 



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