It's Hard to Know What to Say

It’s about midnight as I write this, and it seems even more stunning than 2016. We still don’t know how the House is going to turn out, and perhaps we’ll still win it. The Senate is lost.

Perhaps a miracle will occur with the outstanding votes in Pennsylvania, Michigan, and Wisconsin, but it looks pretty bleak.

I am shocked that the Convicted Felon beat his ceiling. I am mortified that the Hispanic vote moved towards the Orange Menace — seemingly unaware that he will deport without concern with who is a citizen and who is not. I am heartbroken over the women who will die when abortion and birth control are outlawed nationwide. I am terrified about the coming financial depression due to tariffs that will make 1929 look like a walk in the park. I mourn for the increased number of homeless and hungry people, especially the children who are blameless in this fiasco.

Kamala Harris ran a flawless campaign. The energy, the infrastructure, the support. For naught? I hope not, but I don’t feel optimistic at this moment.

Moving forward, and assuming the worst, we need to think about two things: individual positions and resistance.

For individuals, we need to think about what kinds of work we’ll do when the economy implodes, how those of us in or near retirement will survive with no Social Security or Medicare, what to do with IRAs and 401(k)s, how we best protect our children and grandchildren from dying in the likely wars that will involve US troops.

As the remaining sentient humans, will need to re-activate the resistance movement that took off in 2017. Some groups are still going strong, and we’ll need to participate.

Here’s hoping things will look better when the sun comes up.