Since the storming of the Capitol last week, one thing has been plaguing my mind. The mental mush between my ears has been turning this over and over, worrying at it like a pebble stuck in a clam.
It isn’t the cost of repairs, though that does annoy me — considering this is a historic (i.e., expensive) building that was presumably just fine before the masses decided to wreck it. The deaths and inju…
