Having somewhat incautiously announced the reappearance of my inner Tigger, I find that I must take my optimism slow, as it were, what with the constant drumbeat of appalling news from our President-Elect. There seem to be innumerable progressive individuals and groups and organizations making plans and working to keep up our collective spirits, which I take to be a good sign.
Tomorrow, the members of the Electoral College will disappoint us all by choosing Trump as president, and then we can put that fantasy behind us and get down to work. We are, after all, the majority, and that is supposed to count for something in a Democracy.
I have been working my way through my book of NY TIMES crossword puzzles, to take the place of MSNBC, which I can no longer bear to watch [I am on puzzle Number 103, which is a pretty good measure of how much time I waste.]
We now have conclusive and irrefutable proof that the Constitutionalists in the Senate [such as Orrin Hatch] could not care less about the actual Constitution. Indeed, the only opposition Trump will face on the Republican side of the aisle will come from those, like McCain and Graham, whose love for the military and hatred of Russia take precedence even over party loyalty.
I am unable to respond with even gallows humor to the "basket of deplorables" Trump has pulled out of the dark corners and recesses of the American scene with whom to fill his Cabinet.
But enough. I feel Eeyore pushing his nose out of the closet, his ears flopping about his head. I shall stop, breath deeply, and practice bouncing up and down Tigger fashion.