January 6 was a mask-arrayed brawl on our democracy.

A party thrown over the railings and hanging from the rafters as we watched in sheer horror and heard the chants, the rants, the laughter, “Hang Mike Pence;” he’s the one they’re after, and we were glazed/amazed and hung by the sheer suspense; for that person to be all the focus of those screams and rants, it was like Hocus Pocus down the stairwell with his pants almost on fire as someone shouted, “Liar! Liar! Liar!”

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