Today is the Winter Solstice, the longest night and shortest day of the year. What we now call Christmas, the mythical anniversary of the birth of Jesus, was originally and more sensibly a celebration of the return of the Sun and hence of the rebirth of life. It is only appropriate that atheists like myself should on this day be compelled to suffer the rejoicing of thieves and murderers masquerading as Republicans, drunk with joy at their success in stealing from the poor to give to the rich. What an appalling country this is.
And yes, that one vote victory in Virginia has turned into a tie, to be decided by a drawing of straws or a pulling of slips from a hat. I suppose when someone has dumped garbage on your head, it is only to be expected that you should at that very moment also slip on a banana peel.
I am going to retreat into my binge watching and continue the countdown to my birthday. Even Tiggers have the right, now and then, to give a middle finger to the universe.