Yesterday I obliged my wife with a visit to my brother's wife. She's a sweet lady who likes my wife and my wife likes her - so it works out. She visited Washington a couple of times for Trump rallies. She told me that some ladies were in a hotel there with a Democratic Wedding and used the rest room, got cornered, a Navy seal went in to help them, and the Navy seal was beaten and sent to the hospital. I just listened. But she doesn't want to go to rallies now because of potential violence. She privately told my wife that she wouldn't vote for Trump. My wife just listens.

I have forgotten how Jan 6 came up, but she stated half the mob were FBI agents. This time I did question asking that the size of crowd was a few thousand, so half? My brother piped in 60-80, but they were the ones egging the crowd to kill police including Ray Epps. I just nodded that I understood what he said - not agreement.

I'm just going to have to let them talk and listen. They may be quasi Q, but I don't know. I was surprised I handled it well (so was my wife, to whom I expressed my fear and told her that with any excuse he became a little angry volcano spouting talking points and accusations). I accepted that I lost my brother some time ago.