The numbers just keep coming in. From Massachusetts, Ohio, Florida, Maryland, Nevada … Finally, from the west … California, Oregon, Washington … but not enough.
It’s unbearable. The best spin I can put on it is that maybe it won’t be as bad as I fear. For the first time in my life, I’m afraid of what will happen to my world.
I’ve been on the losing side of many elections. Probably in half of the elections in which I’ve participated, my candidate lost. By the time you’re collecting social security, you understand about losing. It happens. You pick up the pieces and move on. What distinguishes this election from all others in which I have participated is never has losing frightened me. The fear is a new thing. Not a good thing.
Maybe it won’t be so bad. Maybe Trump really does have a plan. Right now, I’ll be grateful if he has any kind of plan, even if it’s a bad one. Just … not have an incoming president who is totally clueless as to what to do next.
But the numbers, the numbers … It’s late. Technically it’s not over yet, but I don’t see this ending well. I guess I’ll know in the morning, but I would not describe my mood as optimistic.