It's Not Me, It's You

I Think We Should See Other Countries

I suspect I am not unique in experiencing an overwhelming sense of dread since the election was called for The Orange Troglodyte™. I’ve had a knot in my stomach since the polls began closing last night. I don’t think I drifted off to sleep until after 0400 Paris time. By then it seemed like it was close, but still winnable for Kamala Harris. I woke up a few short hours later and it was obvious, if not officially called, that she would not win.

I was texting two of my best friends as the realization set in that we were getting another nightmare four years. The three of us were stupefied. There were tears.

There is anger.

I’m on a cruise back to the U.S. as I write this. I spent the rest of today avoiding the news and people on the boat. Instead I surfed social media, checked on friends, and walked around my suite in a haze. I’ve only deleted a couple people off my socials so far, but I plan a purge later. I just can’t trust that anyone who would support a man who shit all over the thin…