It Is What It Is?

On the 6^th, I was basically relieved that the campaign season was over. There were (and still are) down-ballot races to be decided, but the noise at least had subsided for a time, until next week, when things start ramping up for the 2026 midterms.

I wasn’t really bothered by the fact that a majority of people had decided to cast their votes for a budding megalomaniac and all-around farce of a human being. I’m not sure it was even shock or grief that accounted for the lack of affect. But now, as the dust settles, reality is creeping back in and the realization emerges that we have to watch as Trump once again chooses people to fill certain key positions in his administration.

Family members will likely get a nod again—if they want it. It sounds like Elon Musk will be way over-utilized, put in some position(s) for which he will be some sort of flailing fish out of water. And then there’s RFK, Jr. The vaccine-denying, brain-wormed son of the Democratic Party icon may be put in charge of HHS, NIH, FDA, you name it. Only the best people in the Trump administration.

There will be fewer competent figures this time around, and many more deals with the devil.

The whole process is or should be fraught with vehement disgust, covered for what it is: some sort of grievous, anomalous error in judgment that should have never happened. But instead, it’ll just be another transition from one administration to the next, with the added feature of feeling more like watching one’s own execution.