I woke up at 3 a.m., my stomach hurt. I'm physically ill today, my mouth is dry and I can't even think about food yet. My faith in the innate good sense of this country is gone, and it will take me a while to recover my equilibrium. I meditated this morning, it helped a bit. I'm going to a progressive and inclusive church on Sunday, and every Sunday from now on. I've lost faith in my fellow citizens, and I'm confident that they're going to have major buyer's remorse a year from now. But of course that doesn't do anyone much good, as we all will suffer the consequences, even those of us who saw it coming and tried to warn against it. We are a dumb, dumb country, and this time we really outdid ourselves.
Looking on the bright side, if my inability to choke down food continues for a while, my dress slacks will fit much better by Sunday.
As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.
H. L. Mencken