When I was a little kid playing in the woods I’d kick over a rock to find a bunch of roly polys squirming in the mud. One rock, five or six roly-polys. Another rock, seven or eight. Rock after rock, one squirming pile of roly-polys after another. That’s what my job is like now, except the roly-polys are my fellow Americans who took part in an insurrecti…
