Change? What kind of change are they talking about? Trump is the change candidate?

Would he be the change candidate if he wasn’t also a proponent of mass deportations and Second Amendment “rights” and draconian abortion bans and risky tariffs on imports and offering carte blanche to RFK, Jr.?

What the hell are we in for with this guy? I guess we kind of know, since his material is familiar, but… the change candidate? That sounds like a smoke screen for why people actually voted for Trump and Vance—they’re the racist homophobes who will do their best to keep things straight and white.

Trump promised the world in order to be saved from prosecution. He said pretty much anything in order to find shelter from the storms brewing around him. The change candidate? Highly unlikely, unless one’s idea of change involves a purge, women being treated as human incubators, economic woes, and a quack in charge of our health care. Among so much else.

Holy shit, America.

He never left.

Comedians could find other material, but they must be privately elated that Trump will be around for another 4, maybe. And the rest of us can find other things to do besides tune in the news.

It’ll be Trump all the time, commanding the stage, grabbing the mic, being outrageous and inept, expounding as only he can expound. We can all watch his decline if we choose, chart the decay, roll our eyes and laughcry and pine for 2028, when he’ll be 82 and no longer eligible to run.

And the big question will be whether or not we’ve descended into chaos and world war, or if he and we made it to the end of the term. Does JD truly have hopes for abdication? He seems like the type for whom that would be appealing. Anyway, here we go again.

Time to keep the eyes peeled and noses held, hoping that there are at least a few qualified people among the grifters and sycophants and incompetents who are likely to populate his administration.

What the hell, America?

For anyone who may be tempted to gloat, please don’t. Your guy is a known quantity, and not exactly a model citizen worth writing home about.

What makes you think he’s going to follow through for you? He’s 78 years old, and the only reasons he wants the job are to satisfy his fragile ego and do what he can to avoid prosecution.

The fascist stuff? Yes, he has tendencies. But he’s also a maladjusted teenager motivated by anger and revenge. He certainly doesn’t care about all the loyal followers who have returned him to the White House.

He cares much more about saving his own hide, and winning as opposed to losing.

Will the results stand? No concerns with foul play? What about that time Trump said his minions don’t even have to vote? What did that mean?

Looks like things weren’t even close. Will there be inquiries, or are we done and it’s simply time to get on with things? Still not time for a woman POTUS, apparently.

What happened to the 3-point lead in the final NPR/Marist poll? Oh, that’s right—it was within the margin of error.

Electing Trump again reflects some sort of margin of error, as in erring on the side of insanity.

More Trump, more Miller, more bad-mouthers and disenchanted administration officials who will magically return to the fold.

I wonder what Liz Cheney is thinking this morning.

So, that’s that. Life will go on, even as we walk with a new limp.

For some strange reason, I’m finding it hard to be mad at the moment. Maybe I’m checking out for a while, de-boarding the crazy train for a bit. Que sera… and all that.

More frequently of late, I’ve caught myself looking at things with pangs of melancholy, as if they’re likely to go away soon. I’m wary of disruptions to come, because events and conditions both domestic and foreign are conspiring to plunge us once again into chaos and conflict.

Even though nothing has happened yet, I’m already grieving the absence of warmth, electricity, peace and quiet, the comfort of routine. I’m moved by the beautiful yet somehow gut-wrenching innocence of grandchildren who carry on blissfully unaware of the evil intentions and hate swirling around them.

I find myself disappointed in and furious with humanity, because our memory for ugliness and depravity seems to fade so quickly. We apparently have learned little from all that has come before. The next megalomaniacs eventually emerge—”leaders” who need to prevail, who think nothing of inflicting pain and suffering in the name of “principles” and “ideals” that turn out to be nothing more than products of envy and greed and paranoia.

This, apparently, is our lot for centuries and millennia to come, though it’s doubtful we’ll be around for anywhere near that long.

So it begins. Again. Another 4-year nightmare with a 78-year old who has no idea what he’s doing, besides saving his own ass, with no appreciation for what it used to mean to be President of the United States.

Way to go, MAGA Nation. You’ve finished the job.

Goodnight, America.

Donald Trump has put this country on edge, dragged it through the mud for nine years, and will continue to do so until he buys the farm, most likely.

Not enough people stood in his way, called him on his illegitimacy, but instead endured and even encouraged his childish, moronic behavior. People with a sense of propriety and decency have long seen through him, but that has mattered little. He has obviously touched some nerve, some smoldering sense of grievance and offense- whether real or not.

He has thrived and depended on ignorance and naivete, and a hokey, shallow, misguided patriotism. He’s the face of everything that can go wrong when one has money and power. He’s a purveyor of darkness and dread and hate. He’s a convicted felon and a liar. He’s a broken little boy in a Plus size body, yet he stands on the verge of winning another term as POTUS. Our only prayer is that enough people decide they’ve had enough of the freak show and his ugly mug, and they vote for Kamala.

The White House is a fortress, voting places and election workers are targets, the armed lunatic fringe appears to be up to something, and the election—by and large fair and free—will be considered stolen if Trump loses. Then we’ll suffer through another round of delay tactics with a side of January 6 on steroids. We’ll be looking for someone to blame for this sad situation, even though the main culprit has been omnipresent and spewing stupidity in plain sight the whole time.

And then, just to keep things interesting, whoever wins will have to deal with traitors in high places and the rumblings of WWIII.

May the winning margin be so big that we can say to him, “Shut up and go away,” and he will, at last, do just that.

We can dream, can’t we? Better do it while we can, because if he wins, he’ll take even that away.

Going solar has always seemed like a wise thing to do. Why not take advantage of an endless power source (sure, it’s gonna burn out someday, but long after we as a species have disappeared)?

We had pretty much decided that the whole solar-on-the-roof process wasn’t going to be for us, out of fear of some pesky financial burden. But the numbers we got from the local rep came in favorably enough, and after a conversation I had yesterday with someone who for some time has been producing more electricity than he’s needed, we’ve been tempted to revisit our initial reluctance– not only because of the relative cost parity with what we’re paying now, but also for equally, if not more important reasons.

In our visit yesterday, the homeowner who’s had the panels on the roof for twelve years said he’s glad he did it and won’t ever look back. It was the right thing to do, in his mind—for planetary ecosystems, for keeping fossil fuels in the ground, and for his children’s and grandchildren’s quality of life.

Committing to renewable energy is becoming less of a symbolic gesture than it once was. Of course, logistics and cost and politics are still real roadblocks—wholesale commitment to the technology on the part of power companies and fossil fuel behemoths remains somewhat of a pipe dream. But this doesn’t mean individual citizens and forward-looking developers and municipal governments can’t peck away at this slow-to-adapt, profit-hungry machinery.

The economic stakes are of course high for anyone who still thinks climate change is a hoax and “drill, baby, drill” is the mantra. But they’re just as high for the rest of us who can envision a world of increasing competition for “friendly” climate zones and faltering agricultural production and weather gone rogue and insurance companies who leave town because they can’t provide the coverages that people have paid for and expected. Among many other consequences.

In good capitalist fashion, it seems as though the challenge is to monetize the transition, to make the commitment to renewable energy financially attractive and robust enough to satisfy everyone involved AND heal the planetary systems that have kept us alive for millennia and ages.

Accelerated climate change is happening, whether people believe this or not, and it’s not a question of brain power or creativity when it comes to fighting it. It’s a question of will. And we don’t have all day anymore.