Election wreckage, Home

I'm told the end of the election came a few hours past midnight, but well before the official climax, when Trump's total in the GD Electoral College went past 270 and he claimed the presidency, the outcome had become clear. Why we lost is complicated. The downtrodden, and there are plenty of them, wanted change and, it seems to me, a return to the mythical 50s, when America was supposedly great and, more unnervingly, white, male, heterosexual, and so unregulated, when it came to the environment, that in many places you couldn't breathe the air or drink the water. Business was booming, and no one was getting in the way. Women and minorities knew their place. Gays knew their closets. I guess that's the Golden Age we're heading back to. I remain to be convinced that this will turn out well, and I see all too many echoes of the restart of post-First-World-War Nazi Germany when similar kinds of rhetoric and sentiments gave rise to Hitler and the Holocaust. When I got up after an uneasy and mostly sleepless night, I looked over the decaying landscape and started checking into the procedures for emigrating to Canada.