Today the ashes of the Republican Party were buried in Arlington National Cemetery.
Not far from the gravesite of Capitol Police Officer Brian Sicknick.
A brave cop murdered on January 6, 2021 by the GOP’s minions during the Trump insurrection.
I watched as the Grand Old Party’s 12″ rectangular oak coffin was lowered six feet into the sacred soil of Arlington.
A coffin filled with the aches of:
Hatred, bigotry and anti-Semitism;
Lies, half-truths and conspiracies;
Disloyalty, authoritarianism and avarice;
Stupidity, malfeasance and negligence.
Corrupt, cowardly clowns;
Dishonest, disreputable dullards;
Loathsome fascistic homophobes;
Loud-mouthed, lying, lowlives;
I remembered that it was once:
The party of Lincoln; now the Trump/Greene Party;
The anti-slavery party; now the party of mental slaves;
The party of proud men; now the party of Proud Boys;
The party of loyal Americans; now turned into the anti-democracy party;
The party of the fiscally conservative; now the party of the morally bankrupt;
The party wrapped in the stars and stripes; now its coffin is draped with the Confederate flag;
The party of the elephant and but now the ashes are of weasel, hyena and skunk;
A party that smelled like: wealth, like the Ivy League, like ticker tape, like country clubs and pearl necklaces but now its ashes emanate sulfurous, gaseous odors of swamps and cesspits;
A party of morals and not of trashy, thin-skinned toads;
A party of fair play and not of cretinous bullies;
A party of the brave and not sniveling, spineless slugs.
The party that loved cops to the party of cop killers.
But as all students of mythology know, one day a new Republican party, just like the phoenix, will be reborn and obtain a new life by arising from the ashes buried six feet in the sacred soil of Arlington Cemetery.