Accountable

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Accountability is a lost concept.

Ted Cruz stood outside on Tuesday and fired up a crowd of “Patriots” yelling, telling them that they needed to fight to get the country back.

Rudy Giuliani stated that “trial by combat” was required.

Trump incited the crowd. He held back the National Guard. There is footage of them all dancing in glee.

Five people are dead. Including a Capitol guard. They attacked our Democracy. They didn’t loot a target store.

(For clarification, those who loot Targets must be held accountable as well).

Everyone needs to be held accountable.

Those who defecated and spread it on the walls of the Capitol.

Those who threatened to murder the Vice-President.

The guy who swung a fire extinguisher and crushed the skull of that officer.

Accountable!

I bring this all up because Graham, Cruz, Hawley, Trump, Trump Jr., and every other slug who tried to incite the violence...

...are now calling for unity!

Graham wondered if Biden had the courage to stop the impeachment.

That’s unbelievable to me.

A man with zero integrity...

... begging for courage.

Here’s the thing:

This can’t happen again.

A political party worked up a group of unhinged people and what happened was not a surprise.

They must be held to account.

When the kids were young if they didn’t clean their rooms we would threaten punishment.

If we didn’t hold them accountable, guess what? The rooms remained a disaster.

Trump must be impeached, convicted and held accountable no matter what.

Twitter, Facebook and Instagram all booted him for violating their rules. He was forewarned.

It may very well be the first time that the man has faced consequences for his actions.

It must not be the last.

The rules are set in stone.

They were written long, long ago to ensure that our Democracy could flourish.

There can be zero give here.

Enforcing the rules and holding ALL of THEM accountable will take courage.

But it’s absolutely necessary.


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