I fly the flag at half mast.
What does it say about my country that half of the voters chose
a loud, ignorant, crude bully, boor and con man for president?
(That was a rhetorical question. I don't want to know the answer.)
For me, this is worse than 9/11.
As terrible as that event was, it brought us together as a people.
It was George W. Bush's finest moment--
and let's face it, he didn't have that many.
No, to come close to the sense of grief and desolation I feel,
I would need to go all the way back to when
I was a high school freshman on November 22, 1963.
It's not that such a person as Donald J. Trump will be President of the United States
(that's bad), but that so many Americans would elect such a man.
I grieve for my nation.
I've lost faith in my fellow citizens.
[First posted: November 28, 2016]
