I suppose I could say that 227 years is a pretty good run, historically-speaking.
We all know what’s coming and there’s no point in scapegoating and relitigating; the fact of the matter is that one uniquely dangerous person got more votes where it counted.
Twice in the past 16 years the Electoral College has failed in its intended mission: preventing an especially dangerous person from assuming the Presidency, and twice in that same period it did so in opposition to the will of the People.
It’s clear, very clear, that the United States has developed two political parties: one for White People, and one for Not White People (to oversimplify somewhat). This will not end soon, nor will it end well.
Authoritarian nationalism is spreading all over this planet but unlike the last time the United States won’t be there to stand against it, but instead to encourage it, even perhaps to take the lead.
Sometime last evening we crossed the border into the place where there be dragons. Our armor is flimsy but maybe that will be enough. Maybe.
11-plus years is a pretty good run.
For more than a year now I’ve been looking to get out of the blogging business. I had already decided to leave after this election, and leave on a high note at that.
The latter seems to have been a slight miscalculation.
For now I’m going to take some time off. And as I no longer wish to pay for this blog I’ll be switching it to a “free template” sometime soon and it’s going to look as ugly as something that's a simile for "ugly". But otherwise I’ll leave the content up and comments open. Perhaps with a bit of perspective I’ll decide to come back, and come back fighting harder than ever. Perhaps.
In the meantime, the RSS feed will continue to work (I think) and my Twitter account (@spork_incident) will remain active.
A mighty big thanks to all who have stuck around since the beginning, and a mighty big thanks to those who came in late. And a mighty, mighty big thanks to gyma for often carrying a big chunk of the load here. If she should want to get something off of her mind she’ll still have the keys to the joint for so long as it exists.
We’ll meet again. If not in Valhalla, then maybe just on the internets.