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That would be me.

Upset.

Blindsided.

Didn't see it coming.

How can this be?

I had a friend who used to say "how could this happen to me" and then would give the second part. "Why Not You?". In a deep cosmic voice.

I suppose that this is a grief response. The five stages.

Denial. Did that one. Right after. Well this will not really continue, something will intervene.

Anger. That would be this morning. "How could you-all be so fucking stupid". Or even blame the loser Hillary Clinton. Why didn't you do more?

Bargaining. Maybe the Senate will go Democratic strong. Maybe. Not.

Depression. That is me right now.

Acceptance. I am getting close. Thinking of how much I will enjoy blogging with these dolts running the government.

And so on.

The stages do not always go serially. They sometimes U-turn back.

I wrote earlier about coming out of my cocoon after this was over.

A moth or a butterfly.

Well, I am going to be a fucking butterfly and as my old and beloved business partner Alex used to say "Get on with it".

But hang the black crepe on the door for awhile. Have the feelings, taste defeat, learn from it.

Goddam. I am an incurable optimist.

We will have to await further developments.

Labels: general election 2016