Inside the Belly of the Beltway Beast

I just made some Lentil Chili and right now it is in the slow cooker set to low for the next seven or eight hours. My friend Alex asked me to help her with supporting folks confronting the Proud Boys, Identity Europa (they have changed their name to something else now), and other assorted white nationalist fascists aligned with them. I wavered on what my commitment level would be for tomorrow. I was honest with Alex and myself, so I finally decided that the only support role I could see myself playing in this one was cooking up some righteous chilli, and picking up a couple baguettes at the new bakery that opened recently just up the street three blocks. Yes, I am afraid of being seriously injured, but my even greater fear is being arrested by the cops on some trumped up charge when I try to defend myself from these goose stepping racist misogynistic homophobic wannabe gestapo thugs. So I knew right away I would not be on the front lines. And the more I thought about it, I truly did