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Imagine this, no -- wait.
11/8/16 08:16 amI've never been so afraid of an election. Concerned, irritated, worried, hopeful, yes. All of these, but never afraid the way I am this morning.
This one, more than any other in my lifetime as it stands, feels like it has the potential to change the direction of our country, possibly of the world. Others have been life-altering in hindsight, and maybe, maybe, maybe, if things go well, this one will become a strange anomaly; a peculiarity that we'll look back on and shake our collective heads at the madness that ruled so briefly.
I hope she wins. I hope that by the end of the day, we can say that we've chosen a woman as our president, as the face of our country, as our leader. I think she'll be good, maybe, if we're lucky and Congress flips too, she'll be great. Maybe we can move forward from where we are.
It's been a brutal campaign season. It could be a brutal winter full of battles and lies and more fear. But I hope it's not. I hope she wins in a landslide. I hope he takes it gracefully and walks away. I hope he becomes nothing more than empty memes by the end of the year. Shadows on shadows, his castle falling into the sea.
I'm trying to hope. I'm trying.
But I am also very, very afraid.
This one, more than any other in my lifetime as it stands, feels like it has the potential to change the direction of our country, possibly of the world. Others have been life-altering in hindsight, and maybe, maybe, maybe, if things go well, this one will become a strange anomaly; a peculiarity that we'll look back on and shake our collective heads at the madness that ruled so briefly.
I hope she wins. I hope that by the end of the day, we can say that we've chosen a woman as our president, as the face of our country, as our leader. I think she'll be good, maybe, if we're lucky and Congress flips too, she'll be great. Maybe we can move forward from where we are.
It's been a brutal campaign season. It could be a brutal winter full of battles and lies and more fear. But I hope it's not. I hope she wins in a landslide. I hope he takes it gracefully and walks away. I hope he becomes nothing more than empty memes by the end of the year. Shadows on shadows, his castle falling into the sea.
I'm trying to hope. I'm trying.
But I am also very, very afraid.
