So, the lead insurrectionist and liar-in-chief addressed his band of followers, and after pandering to them with insipid and insincere  compliments, he told them, “We’re gonna walk down, and I’ll be there with you.”

And the morons believed the moron-in-chief. They believed the obese cloud of statins and blood pressure medicine who has never walked anywhere, not even from his office to the cafeteria for a cheeseburger.

He doesn’t walk the golf course, where someone else carries his clubs for him.

He doesn’t walk around the neighborhood, unless it’s to waddle over to the nearest church, with a Bible that he’s never read, to wave it around claiming something having to do with his greatness.

And so his moronic followers walk to the Capitol, turn into a mob and destroy things, and the insurrectionist-in-chief tells them that he loves them, and they’re special, and he loves them.

But he’s not gonna walk anywhere with them. And the morons cheer, Make America Whatever.