80% chance of rain

Thanks to a year or more of media hysteria stirring up and panicking Red DEfense into voter turnout, it's hardly a Blue Wave after all. Besides, ever increasingly stirred up national hatred and divisiveness, plus public contempt for renewed government bickering and gridlock over the next two years, will reverse it all in the 2020 general election; so nobody needs to feel overly jubilant or devastatingly disappointed, it's all pro-tem, evanescent, ephemeral and evermore shall be so. When all is said and done, the hate is the thing, what will bring us down. Hate born of fear, intense and stirred by authority, of those who are different from us, that they will outnumber us and, voting, change us, including making us what they are, namely, a minority where the majority wins. Nothing profound about this reflection on why e pluribus unum is breaking up even as we speak, vote, write, and watch. America is no longer your father's Oldsmobile.

As ever, this is not a political blog, but it's interesting if disheartening to watch our slide into places the world has seen before.

Wednesday: 80% chance of rain, 20% chance of a walk on the beach.

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