Attack on the Capitol

" I'm going to guess that "Stop being so gullible." 

wasn't anyone's New Years resolution for 2021! "

This young woman, WhatsHerFace, brims with intelligent perceptiveness, as usual: 

Here is how she introduces her take on the affair: 

"The events at the capitol have less to do with the Left vs Right and more to do with Us vs Them. Get ready for more censoring of the internet and shunning of people from society. We are now entering the beginning stages of the Chinese system of censorship.

 

In two short years, social media companies went from promising a one time exception to ban Alex Jones to banning Donald Trump, the sitting President of the United States.

 

It looks like that slippery slope was pretty steep. If you thought cancel culture was bad before, just wait to see what is coming. The attack on the Capitol will inevitably become just another attack on your rights."

 

- Paroles de "Va, pensiero" en italien, français et anglais :

Va, pensiero, sull'ali dorate; Va, ti posa sui clivi, sui colli Ove olezzano tepide e molli L'aure dolci del suolo natal! Del Giordano le rive saluta, Di Sionne le torri atterrate. Oh, mia patria sì bella e perduta! Oh, membranza sì cara e fatal! Arpa d'or dei fatidici vati, Perché muta dal salice pendi? Le memorie nel petto raccendi, Ci favella del tempo che fu! O simile di Solima ai fati Traggi un suono di crudo lamento, O t'ispiri il Signore un concento Che ne infonda al patire virtù, Che ne infonda al patire virtù, Al patire virtù! _____________________

[Français]

Va, pensée, sur tes ailes dorées, Va te poser sur les versants, sur les collines, Où embaume, tiède et suave, L'air doux de la terre natale ! Salue les rives du Jourdain, Les tours abattues de Sion. Ô, ma patrie, si belle et perdue ! Ô,souvenir, si cher et funeste ! Harpe d'or des prophètes du destin, Pourquoi, pends-tu, muette, aux branches du saule ? Ravive les souvenirs gravés dans nos coeurs, Parle-nous du temps passé ! Rappelle-nous le sort de Solime (Jérusalem) Dans une complainte aux tristes accents, Laisse le Seigneur t'inspirer une harmonie Qui nous donne la force d'endurer nos souffrances ! ____________________

[Anglais]

Fly thoughts on golden wings. Hasten and rest on the slopes and the hills, Where warm and fragrant and soft Are the gentle breezes of our native land! We greet the banks of the Jordan And the tumbled towers of Zion... O my homeland, so beautiful and lost! O memories, so dear and yet so deadly! Golden harp of our prophets, Why do you hang silently on the willow? Rekindle the memories in our hearts, And tell us about the times gone by! Or, like the fate of Solime (Jerusalem), Draw a lament of raw sound; Or permit the Lord to inspire us The strenght to endure our suffering!