he did it He won. I am ashamed to admit that I didn't think it would happen. I didn't think anyone could beat the Clinton Machine, what with their underhanded ways, their dirty tricks, their out and out lawlessness. But Mr. Trump whomped them. It was close, but he whomped them good.
I did not listen to her concession speech. I thought it was a bit tacky to send one of her minions to tell the faithful to go home after they had waited most of the night. And I just couldn't stand the thought of hearing that voice again.
I will refrain from rubbing the noses of those who supported Hillary in the dirt. I won't do it. We all have a right to our own opinions. And it isn't nice to gloat. But I have to own up to the fact that I probably have spent more time at my computer today than I should have. There is a certain amount of satisfaction in watching some of the media and some of the politicians express their utter disbelief that there will be no coronation. They shot themselves in the foot and I don't mind seeing them bleed a little.
Then there are the high school and college kids who are protesting the outcome of the election, complete with safe spaces and counselors to validate their feeeelings. This was an election. An election usually has a winner and a loser. There are no trophies for the loser. That's what happens in the real world. Get. Over. It.
My favorites are the celebrities who vowed to move elsewhere if Mr. Trump won. Even the husband of Justice Ginsburg was quoted as saying that it might be a good time to move to New Zealand. How about we take up a collection, rent a bus, round them up and give them all a free ride to the border of their choice. If they don't care enough to stay the country that gave them the opportunity to become rich and famous and try to make it better, then they really should be somewhere else.
I don't know what is going to happen once things settle down. I truly hope and pray that Mr. Trump is as good as his word and he tries to fix some of the damage done to my homeland over the last eight years. I do know that this morning I awoke with a feeling of hope. That maybe.....just maybe......my grandchildren have a fighting chance to live in the America I remember so well.
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