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Here We Are

It's been an emotional few days.


Ah, well, here we are.

Donald Trump is the President Elect of the United States of America.  I didn't see this coming, AT ALL.  And, I suppose, shame on me for that.

I guess I do live in a liberal, multicultural, educated bubble, but it wasn't always like that.  As I have said before, my parents were basically Archie Bunker and Gidget (yup, they got divorced when I was young).  My liberalism came as I experienced life, as a form of common sense and empathy.  I mean, how could you feel otherwise, or so I thought.  I had no idea that actual or perceived economic anxiety would allow decent people to vote for a man enthusiastically endorsed by the former imperial grand wizard (or whatever the fuck) of the KKK. Shame on them for that.

Whatever. Here we are.  What now?

Do Democrats have to "fall in line" in a way Republicans NEVER did for President Obama?  I mean, they wouldn't even consider a Supreme Court Justice who was eminently qualified. What happens if a conservative Justice expires near the end of Trump's last term? You can bet your ass Republicans will go nuts if they aren't able to ram a replacement through.

Or, do Democrats have the right to be endlessly obstructionist, as payback?  It's hard to always have to be better people, but they should.  Treat that orange sack of...oops, I mean President Elect with a modicum of respect- at least for the office, if not the man, in a way most Republicans refused to do for President Obama.  Except, they should pick their battles. Maybe just focus on these things:

Supreme Court
War
Healthcare
Environment
Immigration

Republicans can be trusted with, I don't know, renaming items on the House cafeteria menu to spite countries they're mad at.

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