Wednesday, November 4, 2020

In 2000, the victory of George Bush was enormously disappointing.
In 2004, when George Bush won a second time, I realized that I was part of a minority in this country. I thought that’s what it felt like to be despondent.

2016? A scene out of a bizarre fictional creation made real.
The past four years a nightmare of global consequence, and of deeply-felt individual tragedies nationwide.

That this election is as close as it is–that this hasn’t been a clear victory for Biden, and for so many Senate-seat challengers–redefines despondency.

We’re in for a difficult few days, to say the least. Even with Biden taking a national majority (nothing new in US political elections for a losing candidate) neither candidate will win with an overwhelming victory. And this will mean that if Biden wins he’ll be in a pretty weak position; if Trump wins he’ll just continue to do what he’s been doing.

I am so deeply disappointed in our citizenry.