In Summary ...

 It was an open and shut case.

Even seven republicans found him guilty.

But for fear, ambition, duplicity and moral flaccidity most of the rest would have found him guilty in any normal court of law.

He planned, incited and intended to physically lead a rebellion against the world's oldest democracy.

By the grace of something that fell short of happening.

But the pot still bubbles.

As it approaches boiling an almost inaudible chant can be heard to be heard to accompany the bubbles in the pot.

The chant grows louder.

Blood and gore;

Let’s have a war;

Attack, attack;

And don’t look back;

They’re after donnine;

Not Louie or Johnny;

The gauntlet’s down;

Across the town;

And all over this whole great country;

So get your guns;

Get you knives;

Kiss your kids;

Kiss your wives;

And let’s all take back this country:

From the wimps;

From the queers;

From the blacks;

 And send out jeers;

To all those who would try to stop us;

Be sure to be loud and raucous;

About how we won’t be replaced;

And we won’t ever be chased;

Out of this place;

That we created;

With our white male christian toil and sweat;

And we will never let;

The other take it from us;

So:

Blood and gore;

Let’s have a war;

Attack, attack;

And don’t look back;

It’s our destiny;

For you and me;

Let’s bring this whole thing down

Around our ears.

When I wrote this doggerel I hadn't seen this graphic.

It was shared with me by a Facebook friend just this morning.

The fact that it seems to me to be the perfect image to post with my little poem is not the point.

The point is that it tells the whole story: we are imminently lost; everybody knows it; the cause is unavoidably obvious; and the various apparatuses of our system which are designed to take care of such things are sitting by and letting it rip.

At least the obituary, once written, will need few words.

We have this graphic.