Four More Years.
He did it. Donald Trump will be President once again.
I should have known.
Throughout all of September and October, I was nervous. I had that gut feeling that wouldn’t escape, and I recall even writing about it here. This blog has been my outlet for years now, and all the ebbs and flows of my thoughts on the American political climate are voiced here. I don’t know why I ever managed to convince myself the outcome would be different this time.
Maybe it was just wishful thinking. I talked myself into the idea that she had a chance.
I should have known.
I turned on the election coverage around 8:30 PM. There’s no way I could even tell you at this point who it was that said it on NBC, but the moment someone said “these might be some troubling signs for Kamala Harris” in the state of Georgia, that sinking feeling settled in to the pit of my stomach and just got progressively worse. I’m sure I’m not alone.
By the time 10PM rolled around I couldn’t take it anymore. I went for a fairly long walk, and deleted social media from my phone for the night. I fell asleep to an episode of Somebody Feed Phil to take my mind off of things, and woke up enough to focus my eyes just in time the following morning to see that Donald Trump was going to be the next President of…
