In their second impeachment of the man who is now no longer president, the Democrats fixed Donald Trump’s orange political head upon their rattle.

They waved it before a deeply divided nation and pronounced him a demon. On one level, it reminds me of the Native American sorcerer in the movie “Black Robe,” who castigates his rival as a michimindo, a demon.

On another, it fills me with foreboding. Not for Trump. I don’t care about Trump or the posturing of Republicans or Democrats. But I do care about our republic. And I see terrible pain ahead of us.

As Democrats shake the orange rattle, emotions and outrage are re-stoked over the disgusting events of Jan. 6 and the deadly attack on the Capitol by several hundred Trump voters, egged on by Trump himself, filled as he was with his absurd fantasies of a stolen election.

What we need is to take a breath and consider the implications of all this.

Trump is gone. Many Americans want to move on. The people are worried about their jobs, whether they can get the vaccine, whether their children’s schools will open.

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