CT Blue

The networks have finally called the election, and while it’s absolutely clear they would have called it two days ago had the situation been reversed, we can still feel good about things. In fact, I’ve decided to put a downer post that I’m writing on hold for a while, though rest assured, it will go up in the next few days.

I have to admit that I didn’t sleep well on election night after the polls closed. I was a checker at my local polling station. Probably 50 to 55% of the residents of this district had already voted. Most of the people who passed through looked relatively sane, though we did have to tell some very young Trumpers to take their MAGA hats off while in the polling place. Still, I expected when we called out the numbers at the end of the night that they’d be pretty lopsided. In fact, out of about 1200 votes cast in person, his lead was less than 100. I found out later that it was far more lopsided among the mail in voters, which was apparently true nationwide. Anyway, that, plus the red mirage kept me awake most of the night, even though I knew the bad numbers in states like Wisconsin were likely to flip.

Now we can celebrate. Call me an optimist, but I think given the total lack of evidentiary support for all the claims they’re making, that even this Supreme Court will respect the results.

I have a fantasy, something I’ve been mulling over for four years now. I live about three quarters of the way down Fort Hill here in Groton. I once heard, though I’ve no idea if it’s true, that the ascent up Fort Hill is the steepest climb the entire length of Route 1 from Florida to Maine. I have to take that climb almost every time I take a bike ride, and at the very top of the ascent, for four long years, I have had to see a Trump flag waving, which lately has been on a flag pole directly under an American flag, which flag is literally in tatters. Somewhat symbolic, that. Anyway, today I would really like to park a car across the street from that flag (which is still flying) and play Beethoven’s Ode to Joy on a loudspeaker directed at that house. Alas, only a fantasy.

Finally, let me share this, which was sent to me by a high school friend who is now something of a bigwig at C-Span, who also informed me that Trump was roundly booed by the revelers dancing in the streets around the White House.

Sort of a postscript. Only Donald Trump could make Joe Biden into a bit of a cult figure.