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they expect big things
Tuesday, November 15 2016
This evening I went with the dogs to Ray & Nancy's house for dinner. Ray was making quesadillas, and Sarah the Vegan came over too. [REDACTED] It was the first time we'd hung out together since the election of Donald J. Trump. Nancy is clearly still horrified, and Sarah has put on her blinders and is trying to power through it, ignoring the news and working hard. Ray, the only non-white person there, seemed to find it all somewhat entertaining, and this attitude did much to lift my spirits. Once I've mentally adjusted to the new reality, the dark humor will have some value for me. But already people are being hurt by the awakening of a dormant urge for ethnic cleansing in this nation, and there's no comedy in an unfolding tragedy. For now, though, the rogues' gallery of potential cabinet positions is so absurd all one can do is laugh. And really, what choice does Donald Trump have? All the reasonable people, the people with reputations to protect, fled his taint a long time ago. The only people around him now are people who had nothing to lose. They're literally the worst people in our society, and they've just won the lottery, so they expect big things.
Ray and I ended the evening the way we often do when I'm visiting, by drinking scotch. The scotch tonight was absurdly peaty, in that way that somehow brings back flashbacks of the coat closets of early elementary school.
The food tonight wasn't greasy at all, so I brought a container of beans home for Gretchen.
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