The revolution will be televised. The revolutionary spirit, however, seems to have flagged.
What is it with these guys? — just yesterday, they of such vigor, mischief and boyish pride. Did Robespierre quake before the gendarmerie? Did the Bolsheviks sweat the Tzar's police? Did Sam Adams and Paul Revere huddle and hide as they espied the tyrannical Brits?
Of course not. Which is just another way of saying that one cannot stage a revolution without balls.
And so it is that the evidently testectomized folks organizing tomorrow's "Justice for J6" muster, "dedicated to standing up for patriotic Americans who have been forgotten by our government," may themselves be forgotten by tomorrow night.
Their fear is palpable.
January 6 was soft target instigated by an even softer head; the Capitol Building was essentially undefended, with no one having imagined that a towering lie could incite so many morons to such insane acts of violence. Tomorrow is a different story. The Capitol Police, the Washington D.C. force and the National Guard are all on alert — armed with items that hurt.
And so the revolutionaries are running scared.
Initial mob estimates were in the 700 to 1,000 range, but have since diminished to 500 and as low as 200. Proud Boy leaders have instructed their members to cower: "We aren’t going and you shouldn’t either because errbody going to jail. Sounds like bait." The organizing group's "director of government affairs" has disavowed any relationship with the Proud Boys as well as the Oath Keepers, just in case — in case any violence and thus indictments should follow.
In both a tweet and a CNN interview this week, Matt Baynard, the September Revolution's chief organizer, said "We have told people that when they come, we don't want to see any messaging about the election, we don't want to see any messaging on T-shirts and flags or signs about candidates or anything like that."
There is a man pissing his pants, for fear of joining his fellow revolutionaries in prison.
And the greatest, softest head of them all — you know you — told The Federalist yesterday that tomorrow is "a setup." Good grief, when even the Lenin of Loony forewarns his followers to stand down, well, what hope do we have of seeing 1,000 cretinous noggins cracked?
So yes, though the revolution will be televised, we are likely to be bored. There's nothing more tedious than watching a couple hundred emasculated morons standing around, scratching their ball-less groins and trying to sound tough.
I could be wrong, and I hope I am. For I was indeed looking forward to watching 1,000 cretinous, Trumpian noggins being cracked.