In the recent film STAR WARS: THE FORCE AWAKENS Han Solo is murdered by his own son, Ben. Most people I know feel the tragedy was the death of one of science fiction’s most iconic characters. For me, the truly sad part was that up until the very last moment Han Solo really believed everything was going to be okay. He really believed that, despite the glaring evidence to the contrary, Ben was going to just give up his lightsaber and come home. That he wasn’t going to gut his father like a fish and then more-or-less get on with his day.
I guess that’s the same way I view all the people who were convinced, right up until the very last moment, that the Electoral College was going to elect anyone other than Comrade Trump.
“Millions of Americans who consider Mr Trump unfit to occupy the Oval Office have signed an online petition calling for Republican electors not to vote as directed by their state’s popular ballot.
Some have posted electors copies of founding father Alexander Hamilton’s writings in his Federalist Papers, which state that the meeting of the electoral college “affords a moral certainty, that the office of President will never fall to the lot of any man who is not in an eminent degree endowed with the requisite qualifications”.
A handful of Democratic electors are so desperate to stop Mr Trump that they have even offered to vote against Hillary Clinton and unite with the other electors behind a consensus Republican candidate.” – BBC NEWS.
Look, folks, I can’t claim to be the voice of sanity and reason. Or even decency. I’m probably not even going to make you feel any better by reading this site. My motto has always been “Standing watch on the frontline between reality and bullshit”. Or “Seeing the world with painful clarity”. Or maybe it has something to do with Freemasons and a male hooker. I forget. And I forget what my point was going to be. Pot is legal now in California so THC is going to be my close, personal friend for at least the next four years. But something tells me I’m going to forget stuff…
At any rate just take a deep breath and relax. Have a seat. Put on some Chuck Wild (seriously, if you have small children you need to get heavily into the Chuck Wild). Burn one. Pour one. And just listen to me very, very carefully.
The odds are that the next four years will be the darkest and most painful you have ever experienced. We’ll see a ray of hope with the next elections. It will be something to coalesce around but I have no idea how they will turn out. And even then, they’re just elections. It doesn’t change the fact that we share a country with people who are lethally stupid. And they’re all fucking excited now so they’re going to rub this shit in your face every chance they get. And we’ll try the “they go low, we go high” shit for a while. Until we realize that politics is a street fight, not tryouts for the fucking debate team.
Magnus Greel 