THEY came. They stormed. They wandered. On screen, a ragged line of polyester-clad insurgents sauntering through the vestibule of the Capitol, the red ropes on brass stands confirming their status of visitor or tourist to the home of their government. At the cordon, they seemed to lose their anarchic zeal, lining up between the ropes, raising their phones to record the moment of their arrival, literal and metaphoric. An incongruous sight. Shock came with the signal shaman in bared teeth, chest, furs, horns; the ‘freedom-fighter’ advertising Camp Auschwitz; rebels in assorted MAGA gear designed by fear, embroidered by hate, the...