Took a walk downtown this morning. Everything has changed but everything is the same. The birds were chirping, the traffic bopped along, a dog barked in the distance, and the clerk at the supermarket bagged my groceries incorrectly, just as she aways does. Everything’s going to be OK.
Some random, hazy thoughts on the election, jotted down around 2am…
Chachi was right.
In the end, nothing mattered. Not the polls, not the pundits, that Access Hollywood tape, the debates, the speeches, SNL. He was going to win the moment he descended from that escalator.
Polls and pundits got it wrong (or at least the interpretation of those polls). Massively wrong. Something has to change (but they won’t go away).
This wasn’t about Republican and Democrat, it was about class and race and economics and culture. I don’t think a lot of people, especially in the media, understood that.
Also, I wonder if even after all of this, it really came down to one thing: one party rarely controls the Presidency three terms in a row.
Twitter was an extremely important force on this election. Really, imagine the election without it. I deleted my social media accounts a while back and I think you should think about it too. Mixed in with the fun jokes and links and memes is a massive amount of misinformation, hate, and even in the best circumstances it’s just too much and can make how you view the world just a bit askew.
No, she didn’t lose because she’s a woman.
Right now it looks like she might win the popular vote, and that’s not nuthin’.
I’m pretty sure John King wanted to throw Wolf Blitzer through his Magic Wall several times tonight. I flipped around to every single cable and network covering the election and found myself drawn mostly to CBS because the networks seem to be more thoughtful, calmer, not as crazy with the graphics and music.
This was “Dewey Defeats Truman,” only without the newspaper headline.
I’m an American, so yes, he is my President.
Four years of White House Press Secretary Ann Coulter could be…fun?
Boy, the handshake between the Obamas and Trumps on January 20 is going to be awkward.
It never ceases to amaze me that even after millions and millions and millions of votes are cast how unbelievably close some states and even final national vote tally can be.
The books that will be written about this election are going to be fascinating.
In the end, nobody gave a shit what Lena Dunham and Jon Bon Jovi thought. This is a good thing.