(the Republican Congressmen and Senators who joined in Trump’s Attempted Coup)
Just two of the Treasonous 155
With all this talk about the January 6th rioters and plotters, little has been said so far about the intricate clockworks of the January 6th plot.
Those clockworks—the inside plan, so to speak—involved Republican members of the House and Senate voting to reject the electoral votes from the various states. There were one of two possible reasons for the delay, both in service to the Trump plan to overturn the election of 2020.
REASON ONE: to allow time for the rioters to totally disrupt the proceedings, so that the Vice President could illegally and unconstitutionally declare his inability to proceed with the count and then—critically important—throw the election back to the House of Representatives, where Republican states held a two state majority and could thus deliver the election to Donald Trump.
REASON TWO: to again allow time for the rioters to create a disturbance so frightening and distracting as to provide a cover for Vice President Pence to substitute slates of bogus Republican electors and then—illegally and unconstitutionally—declare Donald J. Trump outright winner of the 2020 presidential election.
As will go down in history, Vice President Pence refused to go along with the conspiracy to overthrow the elected government of The United States and all Trump’s coup plotting went for naught, notwithstanding the deaths, injuries and trauma suffered by Capital Police officers.
As the January 6th Committee pursues answers about what happened on January 6th, it has yet to focus on the elephant in the room—the 147 representatives and 8 senators who, central to the coup plan, refused to certify validly elected state electors.
Nobody can answer, without more investigation, whether all 155 members of Congress were parties to the coup plan, or merely pawns in the hands of the plotters. Some were clearly insiders who participated in planning sessions at the White House and the Willard Hotel. But how many and which ones specifically remains to be clarified.
But whether they participated as insiders or dupes, each and every one were participants and vital to the aims of the plotters. Wittingly or not, they engaged in the insurrection and by the dictates of Section 3 of the 14thAmendment to the Constitution, they should be barred from ever holding office in any state as well as the Congress of the United States.
Yes, they were either dupes or criminals in the plot to attack Congress and overthrow its legally elected government.
It wouldn’t surprise me if it turns out most of them received their law degrees from Trump University.
14th Amendment, Section 3:
No person shall be a Senator or Representative in Congress, or elector of President and Vice-President, or hold any office, civil or military, under the United States, or under any State, who, having previously taken an oath, as a member of Congress, or as an officer of the United States, or as a member of any State legislature, or as an executive or judicial officer of any State, to support the Constitution of the United States, shall have engaged in insurrection or rebellion against the same…
Washington, D.C.—The Supreme Court, ratcheting up its attack on women’s rights and liberal ideology, today announced its newest doctrine on the sanctity of human life. Declaring that human life no longer begins at the moment of conception, as has been promulgated for decades by the court, the Catholic Church and right-wing paramilitary groups, but rather at the moment of ‘inspiration’ or, in other words, ‘the first tingle.” With its eye cocked on preventing such unwanted and illegal sexual stimulation, the court declared war on a long litany of movies, social activities, books, cocktails and even popular entertainers it considers unduly stimulating to humankind’s baser instincts. In essence, the court was reasserting its god-sanctified authority over the political left and anyone else who would question the court’s right to define morality and appropriate sexual behavior for all Americans.
“We’ve taken the act of creation—truly an act of God—to its primal stage, the exact moment the idea of fornication first rises in the mind of a man or a woman,” said Justice Samuel Alioto, the court’s spokesperson on matters of rectitude and moral sincerity, as the court released a 135 -page-long list of films, books and popular songs it considered “life-creating trash.” Under threat of punishments reminiscent of the Spanish Inquisition, Justice Alioto and other Justice members comprising the Gang of Six decreed these prurient materials officially listed “Off Limits” for millions of Americans of all genders and religious persuasions, because, as Justice Clarence Thomas later clarified, “they invariably lead to genital stimulation, which is a clear sign that an individual has been divinely inspired to create life.”
Some of the more surprising entries on the court’s list include Anne of Green Gables, Lassie Come Home, I Love Lucy and The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire. When specifically questioned why Anne of Green Gables was banned and Portnoy’s Complaint was not, Justice Thomas reminded his interviewer that redheaded women were often regarded as objects of desire for their hair color alone, while masturbation or self-abuse was considered by the majority of the court to be the last acceptable “spilling of the Lord’s seed.”
When asked how the court could possibly enforce such a wide-ranging ban on what were previously thought to be acceptable forms of interaction and mental stimulation, Justice Kavanaugh spoke up, promising there would be a tattletale in every bar, in every dance rave, in every singles bar and every whorehouse in the country.
“The idea of installing security cameras in every American’s bedroom is still under discussion,” interjected Associate Justice Amy Coney Barrett, the newest member of the Supreme Court and, as its only female member, official mascot to the Gang of Six.
Within minutes of the court’s announcement, half a dozen politicians vying for the 2024 Republican presidential nomination, including ex-President Trump, hailed the court’s newest doctrine for its potential to create tens of thousands of new jobs, as well as tweaking the liberal establishment where it hurt the most, below the belt.
Florida governor and presidential wannabe, Ron “Don’t Say Gay” DeSantis, questioned, “Why can’t President Biden come up with a jobs bill even half as creative as this?”
Adding with an impish smile, “Or should I say pro-creative!”
If you live in Texas, these are some of the Republicans you should NOT vote for.
THEY LIE: The lies did not begin with Trump, they merely achieved a new level of acceptability and viability under the shadow and impetus of the Republican’s Liar-in-Chief.
THEY CARE ABOUT GUNS MORE THAN CHILDREN’S LIVES. If you need me to flesh this one out, you have not been following the news. How many more mass shootings will it take—how many more children’s lives must be sacrificed—before Republicans see that allowing guns in the wrong hands—or obstructing laws that prevent free access to guns— is tacitly abetting and supporting these horrendous attacks? The Uvalde shooter obtained his two AK-15’s legally under Federal and Texas state laws.
THEY TRIED TO OVERTHROW THE GOVERNMENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. The evidence has already emerged, and it is heartbreakingly clear, that January 6th was not a spontaneous protest of enraged Americans, but a conspiracy of Republican leaders in the White House and Congress to overthrow the duly elected President of the United States and replace him with the man who actually lost the 2020 election. The plan, had Vice President Pence not refused to participate, would have substituted separate slates of Trump electors for those electors actually won by Joe Biden. Any way you measure it, it was a failed coup.
THEIR VISION IS FIXED FIRMLY ON THE PAST. If left to their own devices, Republicans would turn back the clock to when women could not make decisions about their own bodies, blacks could not protest their subservient place in American life without fearing for their lives, and middle-class Americans would peacefully accept that their rights, livelihoods and comforts were determined by the noblesse oblige of the upper, ruling class.
THIS IS NOT YOUR FATHER’S REPUBLICAN PARTY. Today’s Republican party, with notable exceptions, is not the political party your father once voted for. That was a party of financial vigilance, extreme patriotism and a dedication to law and order. By cloaking themselves in the American flag and a distorted view of the American Constitution, today’s Republicans pervert the very principles they once espoused. For these Republicans, Law and Order matters up until the moment Capital police officers stand in their way. Patriotism matters up until the moment a disgraced ex-president sends them to attack the seat of their government. And any pretense of financial vigilance went out the window with Trump’s tax bill, which mostly benefitted the wealthy and ignored those most needy in our American enterprise.
There are countless reasons why you should not vote Republican in the next election, or any following election, until this nest of liars, sycophants and lawbreakers is broken up and true Republicans return to take back their party.
One only hopes our democracy can survive until that time.
Me and the boys were sitting around the Supreme Court the other day talking about you girls. Of course, when I say “the boys,” I also include our group’s honorary member, Amy Coney Barrett, who may not share our gender, but is every bit as fanatical, hard-assed and, yes, manly when it comes to stamping out abortion and a woman’s right to choose.
In fact, it was Amy who declared a woman may have a right to choose her shoes and gloves, even if they don’t match, but not the right to decline carrying a fetus for nine months. That right is reserved for the father of the fetus, whose rights also include choosing not to wear a condom.
Yes, we know that Roe V. Wade was established precedent and law of the land for over 50 years, but what the hay, it’s never too late to put women in their place. Or back in their place, as the case may be.
Also never too late to forget all the lies we told Senators during our confirmation hearings. If you go back and view the videos of those hearings, you will observe me and the boys crossing our fingers when certain questions were asked.
But don’t think we had an easy time making this decision. A few of the girls in the court, especially that Bronx spitfire Sonia, tried to get us sidetracked. They argued that the men who deposited their seed in these criminal women should also be imprisoned, too. Either that or have their balls cut off.
You can bet me and the boys had our legs crossed during most of her argument.
I know some of you might say a woman should have the right to abort her child in cases of incest and rape. “Not our problem,” Justice Thomas said at our meeting, “we already have laws covering rape and incest, and unless women are the ones committing rape or incest, I don’t see any need for us to get involved.”
Some of you may have forgotten that Judge Thomas, a.k.a. Long Dong Silver, was always quick with a judicial bon mot.
DECEASED IN-TRANSIT: Déjà Vu Stone, aged almost 13 years
OCCUPATION: SmallDog, terrier-like mixed breed
NATURE: Sweet and gentle, safe with babies
DISPOSITION OF CASE: Cleared for new assignment
The In-Transit Steering Committee would like to thank The Divine Arranger for sending us Déjà Vu Stone. Her spirit is most charming and lovable, and she is certain to fit in quite well with the other dog spirits here in Heaven (as long as the spirits are not too large or scary). As Your Most Austere Presence knows, our department has had a rather difficult few months of late, what with all the deaths from the war in Ukraine and other planetary disasters. We are not complaining, merely explaining.
To continue with Deja’s report, it is a rare occasion when we have the pleasure to review a life as amply filled with love and realized potential for creating happiness. A life, we are happy to report, that made the world a little more enjoyable to live in, a little more loving and kind to share.
If Your Ultimate Presence pleases, kindly cast your Primal Force intelligence and vision on these flashes from the life of Déjà Vu Stone.
First, the scenes of loving connectedness with her human parents. The meals, trips, quirks, routines, baths, walks, frolics. The three hour drives to and from a naturalist veterinarian in Hopkinton. Mere western veterinary medicine would never do for Mommy’s Deja. The two or three meals served each day, with Mommy always adjusting the diet to meet Deja’s troubled stomach needs and finicky inclinations. So many scenes packed into twelve short years, a kaleidoscope of images. Almost like scenes from childhood, the age when a human being first learns to worship dogs.
First, the early years. There the young Deja sits. She is sitting sentry on the cube set up by the upstairs cottage window so she could watch for her parents’ return. One hour or four hours, the vigil was diligently maintained and the outline of her head half-filled the second-floor window until the very moment she saw their car drive in—or perhaps first heard the car. Her parents usually witnessed a quickly disappearing outline of Deja’s head in the window. Sometimes they saw, in that brief flashing moment, that Deja’s ears were held flap-wide open, like separate radar installations searching the skies for signs of her parents return.
Next set of images, the early morning runs with her Dad through the still-dark streets of Cambridge, young Deja untroubled to run over miles of brick and concrete city walks, her energy and enthusiasm never flagging. Distracted by an occasional squirrel perhaps, but never by a loss of commitment.
Lastly, a celestial slide show of extreme moments that tested everyone in the family. Deja’s almost primal fear of beeps and fire alarms. Here is Deja in the arms of a neighbor that time she ran away from home, frantic with fear, when a fire alarm began beeping for a battery change.
Then scenes from the drama of Deja ingesting rat poison, The rush to Angell Memorial Animal Hospital, the two-day crisis. The blur of emotions, actions, decisions and worries. Too surreal to be real. Her parents too shocked by events to barely react to the $600 price tag. And too relieved to worry much about it. But ultimately a jubilant Deja is seen, jaunty and restored, on her hospital release the next day.
Typical Deja: “What poison? What worry? Anybody got any cheese?”
And, yes, here we must also share a low point in Deja’s transit through life. Hard to watch or listen to. Deja’s excruciating, one-and-a-half hour, intermittent wail of mournful and unmitigated terror as she was taken to an eye specialist two months ago, probably the family’s lowest moment ever. Your Supreme Oneness would probably recognize that Déjà Vu Stone was having a premonition of her own death. She was not incorrect, it seems, just a little bit early. It might amuse Your Oneness to know that the car ride was so draining and unpleasant for her parents that Deja never saw the inside of a car again.
We commend your wise decision to assign Déjà Vu to the parents you selected. The dog’s needs and simple requirements brought out the best in her parental caretakers, as one would hope, and led to a monumental leap in the frequency and cleansing power of laughter and enjoyment in their family life. Some gradual, but lasting gains in the parents’ soul journeys could also be noted from Deja’s brief gracing of their lives. So wise of you, Your Absolute Oneness, to design creatures like Deja, verbally ill-equipped and without hands or opposable thumbs so they absolutely need the help of their human parents at critical moments to thrive or survive.
And the corollary, of course; so wise of you to design humans like Deja’s parents who can always use a little more humanity, humility and generosity in their lives to enrich and bulk up their core essences. It is the perfect marriage of needs and assets, when you look at it spiritually.
If The Ultimate Deity would press button 44 below, He will see a sampling of Déjà Vu Stone’s many moments of bringing joy to the people in her life. There is Dad happily watching his little demon dog running up carpeted stairs like a furry caricature of the Energizer Bunny. Deja confidently made that run until old age crept into her diminutive body, and the stairs suddenly became too steep and formidable. And after her eyesight fully failed, in that final year, never again would she seek out the upper floors in the house. Deja’s world had only one floor for the last year of her life, when she became starkly hemmed in by her failing senses.
As dogs are want to do, Deja paid little mind to these relentlessly reappearing obstacles and lived inside her limited life as if that was all she ever needed or expected. And that was just fine, too!
And there is her Mom sighing with disbelief at the empty dog’s bed she hasn’t yet had the heart to remove—the one with the Sertapedic mattress—remembering all that she has just lost. Looking around at the places once filled with Deja’s presence and appurtenances—the dog bowl, the beds and blankets. It’s been years since Deja’s parents gave away the doggy toys that once littered these wooden floors. Gone too are those special noises, rising within her throat and nose, babytalk sounds that Mom would make when communicating with her canine child.
And then here, for your further edification, are scnenes from all those Sundays when Mom would cook Deja’s food for the week. Hard to believe, she realizes looking back, that she never complained, never gave up, not even with the pressures of a demanding job always pulling at her. She never once missed preparing Deja’s meals. Ground beef, carrots and rice. Pounds and pounds of the stuff. Cooked separately and in different measures, enough to last fourteen meals a week. The only way human Mom could rid her canine daughter of the crystals that built up in Deja’s bladder when she consumed regular dog food.
The Divine Arranger will be pleased to know that Mom only had to cook Deja’s meals for six years!
Then there are the walks, the adventures, the trips to the dump sitting next to Dad in the passenger’s seat. And Deja always standing up to look out the window when the car got to within a mile of home. Somehow Deja always knew.
There must have been some incident previous to Deja’s karmic connection with the Stones‑‑an emotionally scarring incident—that automatically stirred up Deja’s fight impulse whenever she spotted a large dog approaching. Even more than when she would abruptly fix her sights on a squirrel, Deja would jump up and pull at her lead barking angrily at the threatening dog and straining herself as ferociously as a 14 pound dog could pull off. But Deja always knew when a dog—even of the largest, most threatening variety—was only just a puppy. Or sick and ailing, for that matter. Here is Deja sniffing out Sargent, a large sandy-coated German Shepherd clearly depressed by the recent loss of a front leg. A dog as large as Sargent would have normally aroused Deja’s frightened bark and defensive animosity. Somehow, Deja knows that Sargent has problems of his own, and offers only a quiet, friendly nose to sniff out a new friend.
And here is her parents’ favorite mental image of Deja, which somehow captures the sweet softness of the dog’s disposition. They were in Sennott Park in Cambridge, Deja on her lead as she walked up beside a baby stroller. Then she stood up on her hind legs, like a circus dog, to see over the side and peek at the baby. To then just stand there, a dog smile on her face, kept aloft as much by curiosity and affection as by the laws of physics. Deja loved babies.
Just wait till she sees all the babies and puppies waiting for her in heaven!
SUMMATION: Born to a rough early life as a group-shared pet in a college dorm, Déjà Vu Stone eventually searched out the parents The Divine Presence had chosen for her journey during the last twelve of her almost 13 years. She was cute, mostly perky, and evenly tempered, though she also loved her naps. But most of all, Déjà Vu Stone loved her Mommy. Second place, she loved babies and puppies and her Daddy. And, of course, walks on the beach. Deja’s life was filled with people who loved her and found her an exemplary pet, friend, relation, or neighbor. It can honestly be said that Deja created love, inspired love, and left love’s glow shining brightly in the darkness of her passing. And, as we reported earlier, she sparked her parents’ progress up their own Personal Evolution Ladders, or PELs, as they are sometimes called.
RECOMMENDATIONS: We recommend the spirit of Déjà Vu Stone be allowed to progress to the next, highest level on her PEL. Thus as a reward for a life well lived, Deja can remain a dog as she progresses on her journey and need not fear the loss of intelligence or integrity as a human being in her next incarnation.
Deja Vu Stone was laid to rest approximately 9am, Wednesday, March 23. Her presence in the lives of her parents was a gift whose value can never be measured. R.I.P. our darling daughter.
