Saw the Headline and Immediately Thought, “Democrat, right?”

Right.

Parents, 12-year-old say Abby Broyles verbally ‘accosted’ kids at Valentine’s party

And, filed under “In vino veritas,” this lil pull quote:

“According to multiple accounts of the evening, Broyles became intoxicated and spoke derogatorily to some of the girls. She allegedly called one girl an “acne fucker,” which prompted the girl to leave the room in tears. Broyles allegedly called another girl a “Hispanic fucker” and another a “judgy fucker.”

“At one point, Broyles allegedly vomited into a laundry basket and onto one girl’s shoes.”

“As it was in the beginning/Is to-day official sinning. . . “

I keep running into folks who celebrated those “mostly peaceful” violent 2020 riots who view the “Lego Insurrection” as having been an existential threat to the nation. These are also folks who, for the most part, think there was an election, not a “fraud of monstrous size” (TY, RK), on Nov 3 last year. The graphic here represents a DOWNPLAYING of the BLM riots and still does not express the evil of a Capitol cop murdering an unarmed woman, but it’s a start. And, IMO, not NEARLY enough emphasis is given to the fact that Dhimmicrap politicians, both DC pols and nationwide, generally encouraged and enabled the violent rioters in their destruction of property and lives.

January 20, 2021: A Day That Will Live in Infamy

Recessional

~ Rudyard Kipling, 1897 (though could as easily be 2021 and re: The Fall of the Republic as concerning Britain at the end of the 19th Century)

God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
The Captains and the Kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,
For frantic boast and foolish word—
Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!