We were waiting for elation. A friend told me that when Biden’s election was confirmed, a neighbor trotted over with a bottle of champagne. As they popped the cork, my friend’s mail carrier arrived and said, “Did I hear a champagne cork?” So she too was invited in for a celebration.<\/p>\n
It was a pleasant trip to the state of normalcy, a normalcy in which the awful aberration that has been our past went pfft. But for me it wasn’t quite elation. It wasn’t flat, for sure, but it did not effervesce.<\/p>\n
I felt an immense sense of complex relief.<\/p>\n
Not only did the election blow away that putrid cloud we’ve been living under for the past four years, it relieved me of any interest in Trump. (Who was<\/em> that putrid cloud.) Trump is now past tense. Trump was<\/strong>, and I have no interest in his current shenanigans, his tweets, his family, his attacks on the country, no interest in anything Trump.<\/p>\n As the election numbers grew, my furious bewilderment at why anybody had still voted for Trump did punctuate my peace of mind. Trump himself had shrunken in a way only comparable to something in a fairy tale. Automatically, I think of Rumpelstiltskin. Didn’t he stomp on the floor in a raging screaming fury and then…he disappeared?<\/p>\n But his voters didn’t, leaving the majority of us voters with the same damn question we had four years ago: why would anybody vote for Trump? Does this dimwitted voting mass suggest any genuine political statement or just mindless obeisance to the commands of their Dear Leader?<\/p>\n I dunno. I want to believe they will go poof as the ‘toon-god they worship goes poof. I don’t think they will but I don’t think they’ll coalesce as a mindless voting bloc again without another, similar cartoon dictator to adore and follow.<\/p>\n So now I wait for the restoration of rational, real governance. What happens will not be perfect but it’ll be improvement to the nth power.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" We were waiting for elation. A friend told me that when Biden’s election was confirmed, a neighbor trotted over with a bottle of champagne. As they popped the cork, my friend’s mail carrier arrived and said, “Did I hear a … Continue reading