Still not ready to form coherent thoughts yet, so here, have a bunch of links.
I read this Jeb Lund piece Tuesday, marveling at the pungency of its language…
Why rail against the latest Donald Trump atrocity when simply waiting a day or two would see two or three more spatter across the collective consciousness like a goose shitting off a balcony? Donald Trump lies every other breath, with the mechanical dependency of a barfly sucking a Doral to offset the flavor of $2 well drinks.
…and thinking that whatever else this candidacy was good for, it was good for some pretty good writing. I read it early enough in the day that polls were still open. Well. Four more years of this, I guess.
So we got that going for us.
Little else, though. Lately I’m thinking of Ivanka, a woman whose acreage I want to see sown with salt, and all her works cursed. Maybe because I live among her minions.
Finally, I’ve been thinking about the young men who support Trump. I’m not sure where I’m going with that. We’ll see.