Commentary On Jan. 6, 2021, I was driving back from Atlanta to Nashville, an unpleasant journey that entails negotiating the perpetually under construction Chattanooga highway system, a real-life version of Dante’s Ninth Circle. The previous night I had attended the gloomy “victory” party for the failed GOP Georgia senatorial candidates, so I wasn’t in the greatest of moods when I heard the news from Washington over satellite radio. Invading the Capitol? What was the point of that, I thought. Okay, demonstrate, but of what possible use to Trump and his supporters was it to march en masse into the so-called People’s House? It would only be used against them in their quest to delay the certification of the election, a tenuous hope at best. (I had little faith in Pence then and less now.) And now they were reporting violent confrontations and destruction of government property. What was going on? …