If Trump wins, it’s gonna feel like the world’s heading for the shitter for a while—maybe for at least 4 more years. He was something of an unknown quantity in 2016. But not anymore. There are far fewer excuses this time around.
Still, many will be happy if Trump wins, though I’m not sure why. Many more will be dazed and confused, angry and sad, maybe all at once. I will be in that latter group, mystified, likely to accept the results, though hoping maybe somebody will lead an inquiry, if warranted, into how such a thing could happen– given Trump’s telegraphing of an intent to manipulate local election boards.
A bad man, an empty soul, will have prevailed, and that would be a tragic thing. I can foresee unrest either way, whether Trump or Harris wins.
We’ve somehow gotten ourselves into a spot where, win or lose, Trump is going to continue to make things difficult for everyone. He and the machine behind him are not about honoring election results or preserving the Union. They’re about distraction and doubt and blowing it up and reconfiguring it more to their liking.
The two sides can’t both be right. Trump is a fascist wannabe, Harris is not a Communist. Trump is an incompetent narcissist, Harris is not a proponent of some cockamamy nanny state. Trump is a brash, boastful, empty-headed simpleton, Harris is smart and sharp and passionate and will gain understanding of the implications of holding such high office. Trump is running from the law, Harris will do what she can to uphold it.
Sure, they’re both politicians, but we have to hang our hats somewhere, put our trust in somebody. How anyone can trust Donald Trump is beyond me.
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