I’ve never experienced writer’s block, per se. For me, staring at a blank sheet of paper or a clear computer screen with a blinking cursor for hours, occasionally wiping drool from the corner of my mouth is simply what I call my writing process. Eventually, something winds up being written, and if Carol doesn’t react as if it was something her four-year-old grandchild created, I go ahead and post it. Someone once described blogging as “graffiti with punctuation.” (Which is why I always make sure all my commas, periods, brackets, braces and elipses are all in their proper places.)

   But I have to admit it’s been all but impossible to compose a coherent sentence with a real live attempted coup going on in the background as I write. Not that a coup by itself should be an excuse for writer’s block. Many fine writers and writings have come out of what passes for the normal transfer of power in brutal autocracies, tin-horned dictatorships and banana republics. True, some of those coups were fomented by our own CIA, but still…

I think what saves it is that what I’m seeing will pass, as if Trump is little more than a bad clam in the body politic. It may come out of both ends for awhile, but I believe we will survive as a country

   Now, this country is founded on revolution and a coup. (Look it up: the Constitutional Convention itself was such a bald-faced violation of the Articles of Confederation in force at the time that Madison et al  had butcher paper cover the windows of Independence Hall to conceal the “coup” the Founders were plotting that became enshrined in our constitution.

   We came apart at the seams again during the Civil War, and threatened to do so over civil rights and the Vietnam war in the 60s. But all of those threats had a moral underpinning of righteousness and justice at least. This one, this white trash, cracker, trailer park insurrection is rumbling, bumbling and stumbling to support a third-rate charlatan and grifter, along with his mentally inbred criminal family.

   Trying to write nobly while this carnival of ignorance is unfolding before my eyes is not working. I search for my heart and find only my liver. I think what saves it is that what I’m seeing will pass, as if Trump is little more than a bad clam in the body politic. It may come out of both ends for awhile, but I believe we will survive as a country, and there is real hope that a unified government of sanity and common sense will be the Pepto Bismol the country needs.

   I freely admit my political beliefs are way out of the mainstream (for instance, I maintain the Sermon on the Mount to be a more concise and eloquent statement of human principles than anything cooked up by Marx and Engels), and my New Year’s resolution of keeping those beliefs out of the blog is being honored in its breach here. I’ll just close by saying (imho) this outright sedition, destruction of public property and mob anarchy has been handled so far with kid gloves compared to BLM protests, for instance. Where are the arrests, the low flying helicopters, the rubber bullets? It’s almost as if law enforcement is secretly on the side of this insurrection.

   That’s the thought that will be keeping me up tonight, instead of the 50-50 Senate split I was expecting to be celebrating, thanks to great folks in Georgia.

   Well, somehow I managed a complete blog anyway, in spite of what’s gone on today.

   Go figure.