Will You Be Watching?
My shooter is in prison for 20 years for interfering with my participation in a civic event, not for trying to kill me. That has always felt right to me; there has been a chilling effect on my public participation in political gatherings ever since bullets and I intersected at Gabby Giffords's Congress on Your Corner. My fears overwhelm my desire to participate. Friday morning, I'll be faced with a similar situation. The fear is psychic not corporeal, unless throwing up counts as a physical threat. I have to decide whether or not I will join TBG as he watches the inauguration of the 45th President of the United States of America. I don't know what I'll call him in The Burrow. I have respect for the office, but I cried last week when I saw Barack Obama's portrait in the Federal Courthouse lobby... cried because his replacement has yet to demonstrate that he, himself, deserves my respect. He thinks it's okay to brag about grabbing and seducing and kissi...