In the frame of the nowadays, America is being framed with deceit by Republicans’ two-faced, victim-martyr stance on reality, not only in the Jan. 6 insurrection/riot, but through T-Rump’s Big Lie — Amanda Marcotte at Salon last week rightfully concluded:

And that’s just the GOP reaction to the riot itself. When it comes to the bigger picture — namely, Trump’s lies about Joe Biden “stealing” the election and his two-and-a-half-month effort to pressure courts and election officials to steal the election for him — Republicans are even more enthusiastic, purging officials who stood in Trump’s way, rewriting laws to make the next coup easier to pull off, and openly campaigning off of Trump’s Big Lie for the 2022 election.

The myth of the reasonable, well-meaning Republican still has a powerful hold on the Beltway media. Because of this, Republicans continue to get away with pretending they’re outraged by the January 6 riot, while actually shielding the instigator from any accountability and doing their damnedest to fill the goals of the insurrectionists.
But there really should be no mystery about why Republicans keep findiing excuses to cover for Trump and the insurrectionists: It’s because they’re complicit.

And last night, Rachel Maddow took a look at GQPers’ so-called ‘audits’ of already way-recounted 2020 election ballots and warned that although the entire concept (now from Arizona to Georgia) ‘“…is incredibly stupid and occasionally hilarious. It is also at the same time way more serious than we are taking this as a country,”‘ and it could get shitty:

Wonder where we’ll be:

And the fake grab — I love you, however, I will kill you:

Can there be an even more of an essence to an enigma of a mystery than Miss Emily Dickinson?

There is a solitude of space
A solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be
Compared with that profounder site
That polar privacy
A soul admitted to itself—
Finite infinity.

And the puzzle of Miss Emily’s internal enigma: ‘Written upon old paper sacks and envelopes, they were evidently surreptitiously composed at all hours of the day and night, serving as an outlet for all the emotions pent up in her soul.‘

(Illustration: M.C Escher’s ‘Three Spheres II,’ found here).