You might think that things are bad now—and they are. But imagine if your one House rep were the asshole in the cover photo. Yeah. Well, welcome to my world.

The problem with having a person who is so deeply unserious, so uninterested in governing, so incapable of critical thought, and so immature as your Congressional representative is knowing that there is literally no way you can get through to him in the hope you could change his mind.

Moore has his seat solely because he is part of a WV political dynasty.  His grandfather Arch was a 3 term governor who was later convicted on charges of extortion and other crimes who spent nearly 6 years in prison. The useless bootlicker Shelley Moore Capito is his aunt, and his cousin–and Shelley’s son–Moore Capito is in state government. Yes these names are ridiculous. And yes, Moore Capito is as useless as the rest of his family.

Because Riley is not equipped with the skills to hold a real job his entire tenure so far in the House has to be the cringiest gadfly alive. He’s all over social media desperately trying to get President Grievance’s attention. This is what he thinks is his proudest accomplishment:

Moore has a thing for pretending he’s important, but he’s clearly just aping the behavior of others.  Here he is on a trip to the southern border. Why? So he can get on TeeVee. The only thing Moore loves more than President Grievance is being on TeeVee.

And he posts a lot about being Catholic. No, not about the teachings of Jesus and how to apply them to the world around us, just about being Catholic. It’s pure performance with every post and, as it is with his legislative work, completely superficial. And it’s meant solely to advance white supremacism.

At my Catholic high school every year during Holy Week we were subjected to a detailed and grisly description of the crucifixion. I am squeamish by nature, but there was something in the presentations that seemed almost sexual to me. When I saw Mel Gibson’s movie about the crucifixion I immediately recognized what it was—a fetish for violence and pain and torture, just fancier than what I had to endure in high school.

And then on Tuesday Moore posted this:

And I recognized it for what it is.

I’m observing Holy Week too, but I’ll do it by meditating on sacrifice and love at the Maundy Thursday service tonight, instead of glorying in the pain and torture of innocent people.

I’ll leave you with some Holy Week music–one of my favorite pieces and whose lyrics sum up this horrific situation with the El Salvadorian gulag:  “O all you who walk by on the road, pay attention and see:  if there be any sorrow like my sorrow. Pay attention, all people, and look at my sorrow:  if there be any sorrow like my sorrow.”