Not responsible, perhaps, but accountable most definitely

We must hold the current Republican members of Congress accountable, with our censure if we cannot stomach to mete out worse.  They must be held accountable for the mess they have made of this country's standing in the world, and for the anger they have purposefully stirred up in their followers. For the damage to the environment and to the soul of America. They must be held accountable for the horrible things they have encouraged people to do, for their naked hypocrisy, for their cowardice.

I am chilled still by the memory of arenas full of people chanting "Lock her up!", encouraged and cheered on by the President.  This man advocates putting his political opponents in jail.  How did that not chill every one of us, including and especially those who were chanting?  Did that not give them pause?  Is that the country they want?  One in which a thug leader can throw his opponents in jail?  Is that truly how they believe America will be made great again? 

I'm so tired of all of this, tired of my own outrage.  I feel my sense of safety, my sense of trust, my sense of goodness eroding every day.  Humans are capable of such miracles of invention and discovery, but there is that primal, savage part of us which, apparently, it does not take much to activate.  It's terribly sad.

I can't help but be curious about what these people, villains at worst, co-conspirators at best, are going to think of themselves once they have been resoundingly removed from office.  Will there be dozens of tell-all books in which they defend and excuse themselves?  Will their senses clear enough for them to be shocked by their own complicity in Trump's mistakes, missteps, fraud, and downright malfeasance?  Or will they go to their graves insisting they were serving the country?

When a demagogue's failings are so apparent to so many of us, how is it possible for more than half the Senate and almost half the House to act as they though they don't see those failings?  How is any of this possible?

No more news for me for a while.  Just rainbows and unicorns and puppies and kittens and peaches and lullabies and friendship and sweetness and the dawning of new days.