Last night

No words. That’s how I feel. I’ll find some. Anguished, sad, hopeless, devastated. Confused - how could this happen. Angry - what kind of country are we. Scared - what will this mean to everyone in the US who’s not MAGA. Terrified - what happens to the world in the wake of this.

We went to bed before it was called, but I woke up very early. I didn’t reach for my phone. There was no dancing in the streets and I knew without looking. Then I looked.

It doesn’t feel real yet, but it is. A majority of the country is just fine with the misogyny, the racism, the felonies, the sexual assaults, the authoritarianism, the revenge plots, the illegality, the treason. They want mass deportation. They want grievance politics and vengeance. They want an authoritarian. They want the oligarchs in charge. That’s what they voted for. They want the absolute worst of this country.

How did we get here.

We know. We’ve been watching this for a decade, longer if we trace it back to Reagan, or even further back to Nixon and the southern strategy.

Everyone was wrong. Every pundit who said “I’d rather be us than them.” Every pundit who believed that the last-minute info from his former cabinet members and generals would seal the deal. Every pollster. Every group who popped up. Were Republicans against Trump really a thing? Were white women secretly voting for Harris really a thing?

Was any of it real?

I don’t know. None of us does.

Today is hard. Today we mourn and grieve.

Tomorrow we get to work. The resistance that burst into view in 2016 needs to come back stronger and more powerful. I don’t know what tomorrow looks like, but I do know that the thought of what’s to come is intolerable. And we’re going to have to fight on every front.

I don’t know what that looks like. That’s how today feels. Like nothing is recognizable. Like the country we were all so proud of just did a thing so shocking, so dangerous and corrosive that it’s unrecognizable.

That’s how today feels.

Tomorrow we get to work.