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It was a dark and stormy day in America

 So will be written some prose after we are long gone.  History will judge what has been.  Of the almost 245 years of America's democracy there have been many a war and uprising.  Much blood spilled and ideologies threatened.

Yesterday was a mere formality or so we thought.  Acknowledging American voters' right to choose their next leader.  A counting of electoral votes seen as a tradition long upheld as traditions go with the VP presiding and announcing the next President to take oath Jan 20th.

Instead it went from an orderly event to shoot out.  In the capital's Capitol where this putative event was to finish without much drama there was a riot.  Trump supporters stormed the barricade of the Washington police and entered the building.  Smashing hardware and trampling all the artifacts that America holds dear as representations of its democracy.

Then there was some shooting.  One died.  Senators and Representatives took cover.  National Guard had to be called out.  Fiasco?  You bet.  Regrettable and disgusting?  You can add more to this.

What of it you ask?  Well for starters the true banana republics are looking at this and going - dude what did I tell you?  It can work.  We need to do better next time.  Can you imagine the chaos and mayhem somewhere in Africa or South America if a losing party does not like the outcome and has whacko masses on hand with drugs in their system to go loot?

Then there is the question people may ask about investing in America?  About what is America?  OR they might not.  Who cares? Forget and move on.  After a year of covid and having lost a lot already this in some way seems almost non climactic.  It is like there are other shoes to fall.  This was merely a tremor.  After all if you look at America's or global capital markets - they are at all time highs and partying like we have a few days left to enjoy.  Do we?

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