I Beg Your Pardon

Much has been said in the past twenty-four hours of the new Administration. Much has been said over the past four years about the previous Administration. Much has been analyzed and much has been speculated.

The magnificent Ann Barnhardt had a post up today discussing the first few hours of the second term of the 47th President of the former United States. And I agree with her. But there is just a bit more to the story for me and now after four years I would like to share it with you.

In one of his first acts, President Donald Trump issued a blanket pardon to over 1500 people who had been unjustly prosecuted for… simply being at the Capitol of the United States to protest a fraudulent election. I’ll say it. Most won’t.

On that day, federal agents and DC cops did their damndest to entrap thousands of our fellow countrymen for the crime of peaceful protest. They opened barricades. They herded the people into a pen on the west lawn. They invited Americans into the building – the people’s own building! – in order to arrest them.

And for the past four years, a good number of Americans rotted in jail for being herded and invited into their own building – a building which has been called “a sacred temple” but which has been nothing more than the world’s most opulent whore house.

For all of his associations with sodomites and tech oligarchs, for his pushing the jab, and for many other things he screwed up, Donald Trump issued these Americans a pardon.

It is right. It is just. It is overdue.

How do I know what went on that day?

I was there.

Although my wife, our then-12 year-old son, and I never entered the building, nor even ascended the steps, we were there.

I have the pictures and videos on the same phone I’m writing this post from. I can tell stories. I saw the agents provacateurs with their IFB earpieces. I worked in TV. I know.

That night, driving back into the rolling hills of northern Virginia, I heard from a former student of the wicked actions of the sister of another former student. She heard through the grapevine that I was there and attempted to dox yours truly.

For four years, I didn’t live in fear but I did wonder almost daily if a fedgov agent would show up at my door and haul me off to a DC gulag for peacefully protesting.

Yesterday, I realized that wouldn’t happen.

So thank you, Mr. President.

I didn’t beg your pardon but I’ll take it anyway.

Now convert already. Mr. President, my friends the Carmelite nuns have been praying for your safety lo these past four years. I’m convinced their prayers turned your head that day in Butler.

You’ve done good on this.

Keep it up.

Thank you.