I’ve been trying all day to muster up a post about last night’s election results, but…
OK, that’s a lie.
I’ve spent all day reading a bajillion liberal think pieces and violating my cardinal rule: thou shalt not read the comments. I’ve careened wildly between anger and fear and hope and resignation and just plain mushy-brainedness, and I haven’t been able to settle on one long enough to take a position and write something.
And maybe that’s a good thing. I can’t speak for you, but I’ve been reading and fretting and ranting about this election for almost 16 months. The result I feared has come to pass: Donald Trump is the President-Elect of the United States of America. Hillary Clinton has conceded to him. The election is over, and there isn’t anything anyone can do to change the outcome.
The only thing Democratic Americans can do right now in my opinion is exactly the thing that Donald Trump and his supporters would never have done: gracefully accept defeat, calmly and rationally assess how they ended up here, and start thinking about how they’re going to protect the rights and freedoms they hold dear.