Okay, so that didn't turn out so well.
My words of optimism:
Welcome back to the Resistance, everyone. We've been here before, we'll probably be here again.
Half the country was not happy...now they have their chance to make mistakes, look foolish, drown in emails, get slammed by politicians and special committees and investigations. They have their chance to show what they have lined up that's so brilliant for health care. They get to show us how much "safer" we are with bluster, how much wiser we are with rights-hostile judges.
In other words, time to get off our duffs and sparkle up our spurs...don't cede an inch!
I became politically aware during the first term of a a "charismatic" B-grade star of screen selling snake oil to the Rust Belt, and lived to tell the tale. Some weird shit went down though. Some of you probably came aware during Tricky Dick Nixon. That's who we got for dancing in the mud with flowers in our hair. (the "our" is metaphorical of course...I was three during Woodstock.)
My first impulse, upon disbelief, was to blame. Blame the Bernie Bros. Blame sexism and racism. Blame the media. Blame young people for turning their backs on a chance to make history. Blame Hillary for not campaigning harder in WI and MI. Etc, etc, etc...I came in to the office and a super young guy tells me Bernie would have blown him away. We'll never know.
The words that Trump has uttered will haunt him. His behavior will come back at him, and keep coming back. Now he'll get to see ALL of us in our battered glory, not just his rabid and twisted and rowdy campaign crowds.
Those who believe in love and tolerance and civil rights will have to show their might at every step of the way. Show 'em with your example, Leffertsonians!
We're more important than ever, each and every one of us.
Onwards Flatbush Soldiers!