If you’re like me, the results of a week ago have cast a grim shadow over your sense of morality, your confidence in this country and hopes for a positive future. That darkness is enough to stultify the best of us. Add to it a flailing anger that has no target and thus, no potency, and the futile yearning for a leader, and our lot turns just this side of desolation.
We can curse – I’ve done plenty of that. We can remove ourselves from the turmoil. We can lash out at the President-elect, his gloating and mean-spirited dark angels. We can condemn the media for enabling this monstrous wreck of a democratic process.
We can just leave the country – find sanctuary somewhere that accepts ex-pats, is immune from global and local threats, provides basic services, jobs, an accommodating populace, a survivable economy, and will happily serve as a surrogate for freaked out Americans.
Or we can steel ourselves for the slow and difficult fight to save what we hold dear.