The Day After

When I went to bed last night, the presidential race was undecided, although it didn't look good for Kamala Harris. I was texted a broken-heart emoji just before midnight. This morning, I was greeted with, "I am devastated."

I agree with both of those messages. I don't understand why anyone  would support Donald Trump. He's incompetent, has no empathy or compassion, or even interest in governmental policy. His whole agenda is based on revenge. The only time he is believable is when he talks about revenge and retribution.

Yet, he won the popular vote last night. I don't understand.

I heard a few theories today about why Kamala lost: she's too unknown, she's radical, she's an illegitimate candidate untested in the primaries, Trump was on TV all-the-time, the Democrats were out-of-touch on the economy and immigration, Americans hadn't seen a candidate like her.

Notice no one said the country is too racist and sexist (though perhaps the last idea touches on that.)

I don't have the answer. I'm tired, sad, angry, disheartened. Can I sleep through the next four years?