Back to the 90s

Yesterday I remarked that this year’s election in general, but the presidential election in particular, felt like Labour losing in 1992.

I’m not going to go over the sullen misery I felt this morning, or my withdrawal from social media for the next few days*, or the general disengagement with news sources. I just don’t want to hear about it right now.

 

I do have reasons for hope though:

  1. this way, we get an unambiguous peaceful transfer of power. Trump’s terrible words about not accepting the result of the election if it was not in his favour are now moot.
  2. there’s a non-zero chance that he will simply not want to do the job. Being president is hard and involves paying attention to many many details all the time. That doesn’t sound like Trump. This would render a Trump presidency more akin to Shrubby’s, where the actual levers of power were swung by Cheney and other lieutenants. That does put immediate power into Mike Pence’s hands which I do not relish, but he is at least a responsible politician, if not an admirable one.
  3. Trump’s policy positions were either unclear or absurd. There’s a pretty decent chance that he didn’t mean any of it, because fundamentally we have no idea what he’s going to do**. That would mean we also have no idea what could happen, but I would posit that was always the case with him.
  4. I reckon the 2018 mid-terms will flip the Senate back to the Dems, and maybe even the House too (although the gerrymandering there is so grotesque that that may be a stretch). I am sure a lot of damage can be done in those two years, but if anyone’s going to be a one term president it will be him.

That’s what I’m clinging to, when I can bear to think about this débacle at all.

I’m still hoping I sleep tonight.

[*] not entirely, since I have a NaNoWriMo group I want to keep up with.

[**] although I have not been paying attention to any transition team announcements, so we may be getting more hints than I am aware of.

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