“And when they thought in themselves that they were wise, they became insane.”
Well, America’s first political funeral is over, and will shortly be forgotten. The attendee’s and their biases will be remembered for decades. They felt that the shadow of a peevish also-ran would cover their conceit but may soon discover that many of his supporters were also put off by it. It doesn’t bode well for average Americans, however. The rancor will not be abated.
So how do I not care? In truth, my life will change very little by whichever side sways the unwashed masses to vote for them. But the generations after me? They will reap the rewards of this generations hubris. For them, I’ll say a little prayer, then sing a la-de-dah song and turn to watch the sunrise while I sip the morning coffee and wish it all away.