Gag me with a spoon

It’s been four days since I have posted anything here. The reasons are simple. There are only so many ways to describe what a disaster the election of Donald Trump would be; and I can’t think of any that you haven’t read or seen ten times over.

I can only add that I’m not at all certain how much the damage of his gaining

Nashe family
gagging spoon
early 19th c.

the Republican nomination and the support, it seems, of 44% of the American electorate can be mitigated by his losing the election. I don’t believe the damage can be undone. The United States is the laughingstock of the civilized world, and the laughter is not good-humored but angry and tearful.

The laughter isn’t confined to the Trump phenomenon. That we could nominate two people so unpopular for a position that requires bringing us together is unfathomable to my friends in Italy, Norway, Great Britain, and elsewhere. It is to me.

I won’t be proud to cast my vote for Hillary Clinton, but I live in a battleground state: The morning of November 8, I’ll drink a double Scotch for breakfast, hope I don’t get arrested driving to the polls; I’ll stuff my nose with cotton and mark the box next to her name.

’Nuff said. Beginning this week, we’ll be looking at other races at every level. Nominations for the oddest or most interesting may be submitted via Facebook or email. (Revised by reality 09/29/16)