I’ll never forget.
1:30 p.m. I voted. Couldn’t bring myself to watch the election, since I assumed it was all a lost cause.
At around 10:00, while I was still at work, my friend messaged me to say Trump was leading. I went to MSN & saw the headlines — “Trump Surging in Polls.”
I hurried home. For the next 3 hours I was glued to the computer. Everyone. We all Facebooked each other.
At 2:30 a.m. my friend wrote, “The fat lady sang.” Meaning, of course, that Hillary conceded.
The next day I was in a daze — like a zombie out of WALKING DEAD.
I think some are still seeing zombies. Be careful out there.
I felt the same sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I had in 08 and 12, so I didn't watch any of it. I went to bed around 9.30pm and was listless throughout the night. Checked Drudge when I woke up and I thought, "joy comes in the morning"!
I was a bit disappointed. I felt the Trump momentum and I thought he was going to win big...
I thought he was going to take MN, NH, CO, NM and possibly VA.
I guess he has to save a few for 2020.
The interesting thing was that if you combined the “called” States of all of the various outlets reporting on the results, it was clear by 10:00 PM that Hillary needed to run the tables with the remaining battleground States and she had to flip either Arizona or Alaska. By 11:00 PM, it was clear to me that Trump had won. By midnight, there was no doubt and it was just sheer denial on the part of the media that they wouldn’t call it. Even Fox was guilty.
I voted at around the same time (held off to see if the lines would die down but they never did) and then opted to not put myself through hours of agony watching the shifting sands as stats came in. Woke up the next morning and turned on the TV with no little trepidation and suddenly had a yuge grin that still hasn't wore off.