It must infuriate Miller and Trump and the rest—that the recent midterm results have produced the first Native American governor, a woman; the first Black woman Governor; and the first Muslim Senator, a man who appears to not suffer fools.

Wonder why the decision was made to bring Stephen Miller in as Chief of Staff?

We did the right thing, America. The Trump administration’s cards are on the table, and if it wasn’t clear before now, it’s likely to become crystal clear in the weeks ahead why the whole lot of them needs to go.

These results reflect the American Dream in all its glory. This goes way beyond 2 kids and a house in the ‘burbs and a nice car or two. Way beyond that stuff. These election results have given us a glimpse of that more perfect union, something beautiful, something we should treasure and can be proud of. It might even bring tears to one’s eyes. In a good way.

And to think the Trump administration as personified in Stephen Miller would prefer to deny us such a glimpse and instead stomp all over it.

We’ll call them on their incessant fear mongering, and bid them adieu.

Now we’re getting down to the nitty-gritty. The Blue Wave is more of a tsunami, and it has become apparent that Trump is doing what he does best: doubling down and placing Stephen Miller as his Chief of Staff.

So, buckle up, folks. They have two months left to finish ransacking the place. And maybe two more years to throw wrenches in the works…

At least we finally get confirmation of what this cartoonish administration is all about. Stephen Miller is who they are, in a nutshell: angry, paranoid, disillusioned, affectively stunted, apparently convinced that their way or the highway must work for everyone.

But this has been the issue all along—their constant references to “the American people” have rarely included a majority of the American people. They’ve somehow been able to conceal their real motives by couching them in empty promises and creating bad guys out of thin air, along with a dependence on an apparently gullible and unquestioning electorate.

From now until early January, one must expect the gloves to be coming off, and the essence of this giant turd of an administration will be revealed for all to see.

You ever wonder about Marco Rubio? He hardly ever looks happy. He more often looks disgusted and annoyed, or maybe like he has 100 siblings and one of them dies every week.

Maybe this is what happens to a person when they sell their souls to Donald Trump and must keep their mouths shut when Orange Man says something shockingly stupid, which of course happens with such regularity that it’s surprising Marco hasn’t blown a gasket and collapsed into a puddle of his own tears and regrets.

He must get paid well.

The gerrymandering appears to be mostly for naught. The almost half billion dollars Elon Musk sank into races appears to be mostly for naught. This midterm cycle was the predictable repudiation of everything Donald Trump manifests the opposite of—kindness, decency, statesmanship, competence, and appreciation of this nation’s history, to name a minimal few.

It’s also a mandate for Democrats, since the general thinking is that folks aren’t exactly enamored with the donkey party, either. This was another in a continuing series of elections motivated by visceral anti-Trump sentiment.

I just wish that someone would say that alongside the economy or the war in Iran, our dissatisfaction is as much about the widespread rot from Trump on down. These aren’t nice people, not even disciplined and at least trying to do a decent job. They would rather be known as demolition experts with a hankering for enriching themselves and returning to some God-forsaken bygone era.

I really hope people give the Democrats a chance, that the Dems use the power and whatever time they have to tend to genuine need, mend a few fences, and not just try to settle the myriad scores.

Eyes on the prize, which is 2028, when the final nail in the coffin can be driven. At least for a time.

Why can’t I shake the feeling that things are still gonna get ugly? I should be over the moon this morning, seeing that Democrats have taken back both House and Senate.

Trump is of course the wild card in this revelry—what is he going to do now that the writing on the wall has turned into stone cold fact? What messes will he yet try to make? What races will he question, how many wrenches will he throw, and how will judges and courts respond? What bomb have Vought and Miller and Vance and all the billionaires prepared to drop? What’s gonna happen between now and January? And why should we even have to worry about any of this in the first place?!

Good riddance in advance to a soulless, useless Republican Party. And see ya, Mike. Finally.

Kudos to the many who have kept the wolves at bay—district and federal judges, even the Supreme Court; lawyers, people in the streets, conscientious media who still get the word out about how failed and faulty and inept Donald Trump and the rest actually are. The damage could be worse than it already is.

The build-up to today’s elections has been relentless and low-brow and loud, and I can’t wait for tomorrow when the ads go away for at least a little while. In the meantime, 57 million people have already voted, and many more will go to the polls today to, hopefully, give Trump—who told people to vote as if he was on the ballot— a middle finger and reason to consider other work. Like breaking rocks.

That won’t happen, of course, and it remains to be seen if any of these potential upsets in Texas and Kansas and elsewhere actually materialize. Many are holding out hope at this point, reluctant to bite when it comes to what the prognosticators are saying but still willing to entertain the possibility that maybe we get a toe hold on meaningful change.

Trump will be President for another two years, so we can expect a bumpy ride when it comes to signing off on any legislation presented to him. I’m hoping that the Dems, if they do gain control of at least one chamber, don’t waste the mandate and fritter away their time going after people. That would be just the next reminder of the endless cycle of retribution that perpetuates inertia—unless they can show they’re able to walk and chew gum at the same time.