A lil Awk
Today is one of those awkward days you remember. Like an anniversary with an ex or the day you lost your family pet—you know the date and sometimes don’t remember exactly WHY until you do.
January 6. A day we all remember not for proximity to new years or anything good. But a day known for, and synonymous with this:
And this
And this..
The racists were racisting that day.
That is right… a large group of people (read: white people) were so upset that they didn’t get their way— they took literal dumps on the capitol. Do not forget they were pooping on their own hands to wipe on the walls. Never forget that fact.
Yeah, they showed us with that move!
But in all seriousness, today is a day that should have put the nail in the proverbial coffin for agent orange. But America is America and racist woman abusers only move up—never down. So what happened to the person who instigated this attack that KILLED PEOPLE:
That.
And what will happen to the thousands of people charged with carrying out the attack that, again..KILLED PEOPLE:
So… accountability means nothing…for some people.
January 6 is a day of infamy. A day it was further entrenched in the American existence that hatred is rewarded. That if certain people don’t get their way, it is absolutely okay to act out, okay to kill.
This will sound like a joke, but two weeks ago I was at the Chicago Zoo Lights and a little kid, already getting their way by going to the zoo for Christmas, had the audacity to stomp at the dad and loudly yell an overly annunciated “I…Want…to…Seeeee….SANTA…NOW!”
It was a few days before Christmas, the line was long, and this was the ONLY indoor option on a cold night in Chicago.
The dad, looked at the kid seemingly in fear of him and was like….”yeah yeah okay let’s go and see how we can move up the line.”
I am not saying that kid would storm the capitol…but I’m not saying rewarding their bad behavior will preclude it either.
Today is the awkward anniversary of the day a bunch of white supremacists from around the country came together to collectively stomp their feet and cry “I…want…to see….the orange one!”
And they got their wish. Jan 6.