What I saw on the 6th was like nothing I've ever encountered, ever felt.

In coming back home, I'm heartbroken to see the narrative of a righteously furious but always in control, good group of millions of citizens be hijacked into something of terrorism and sedition. The control, restraint, and self-governing of such a large group was truly American, and I have never been more proud of our country. We were in the right. We preserved that historical building in a way no real mob ever would. We love our country and were there to protect it, not burn it. Any true liberal worth his salt should be praising that day, not vilifying it.

Entreating our congress critters to "Do Your Job" --not to overturn an election but to simply ensure that our election law was upheld and votes correctly counted, for Pete's sake--was absolutely the correct action no matter how the media and even some of our own voices portray it. Any one of those cowards could have met the citizenry and been safe despite the anger, for this was not a mob but The Everyman, and yet they fled. They fled their own constituents!

At one moment when I was there, a red flare shot up into the sky. The clouds had just parted and the most piercing blue of sky could be seen against the white. And yet, on the ground, there were flash bangs, there were visible clouds of tear gas...used on a people standing ready, but standing largely in control of themselves. Tear gas on a people standing in anger, voice, and prayer...but standing ultimately in peace and preservation, not destruction!

Even in the cherrypicked "aftermath" photos and videos being used to demonize us, it's striking that the buildings, the statues, the paintings, the velvet ropes, are virtually pristine. It is hallowed ground of patriots, and remained so. It's telling to me that reports of elected officials and staff breaking Capitol furniture into makeshift weapons against their constituents have only mildly been mentioned.

Some of the most strident voices were those of the Chinese immigrants who had escaped the CCP and were now desperately trying to wake people up to the horror of a corrupt government. There were many walks of life, colors, and ethnicities, all standing up for Trump and for America, and against what is now surely revealed as the true threat of fascism.

At one point, while standing near the street for a time away from the Capitol proper between the reflecting pool and the street, we were singing The Star Spangled Banner and God Bless America, etc. In the middle of the song, riot vehicles full of several men with bullhorns and blaring horns/sirens gesturing and shouting at us "LEAVE THIS AREA IMMEDIATELY! LEAVE NOW" or somesuch.

I am an extremely law abiding and have great respect for LEOs...still do. This poem is not in any way anti-cop. I took a step to leave. But then I thought of our beloved Rush, fighting the odds every day to be a voice for us on his golden mike, of our lion of a president facing daily for four years a legion of chattering, gutless, opportunistic hyenas, and of our Founding Fathers who gave so much in the face of such overwhelming opposition.

A few left, which I cannot fault, but most of us all just looked around and just kept singing. We were in the right to be doing so at that moment, I think. The vehicles eventually left and did not return.

I also realized, then, that we patriots had all the power. There were millions of us...short of carpet bombing, there was no power that could have turned us back by force. We turned ourselves back when we chose...civilly, with dignity, and with self control. Ironic, that the only violence I saw that day was on the walk back to my car when, among other incidents, my mother (in a wheelchair) and I were harassed by a weapons-wielding large and furious young man who took offense at our obviously maga-supporting selves. This is what the media is so fearful that you will see, and why they are working so hard to silence the means through which that knowledge could be more swiftly known. It wasn't an issue of Capitol security not being ready, but rather that there are far, far more of us than there are of them. They want this to be seen as a fringe, mobbish effort and not as the majority it became clear we hold of businessmen, grandmothers, school teachers, construction workers, lawyers, LEOs, and all the others who had made it clear across the country on a work day to be there. We outnumber them, and our country united is well within our power of saving...after having witnessed that day and the near miracle of restraint, solidarity, and numbers, I will never again doubt this no matter how hard they try to isolate us, divide us. I think it's why they want participation in the 6th to be turned into something shameful--so we won't talk about it to our neighbors, our friends, especially the ones who might need to hear it most.

I left sometime after President Trump asked us to go home peacefully. He had behind him a millions strong, peaceful citizenry who was in the right that day, and I pray it is a moment in history that will be seen for the beautiful and mighty American moment it was.

I wrote this song on the way home as friends and family were telling me the media was spinning something so profound into something so profane.