After voting, I got on a plane and went to Miami for work. I was in a hotel room in watching the returns. Im on quite a few group text lists of old classmates, work colleagues, etc .
There is one group that has spent their lives and careers in Washington DC. Many are brainwashed Fed.gov swamp-creatures, working among the alphabet agencies.
Their butthurt and outrage election night 2016 was glorious.
I expected Hilary to win. I was resigned to the demise of our republic. I was interested in seeing if there were pockets of resistance, some victory somewhere, to give me hope.
I had to work all day and settled in to the internet around 8 pm. Around 9 pm there was a sea change. It was electric.
Post after post reported positives, possibilities, surprises, shocks. Hope broke out all over. I thought: Are we WINNING?
For a visual, seeing those women who were all gathered with their first woman president regalia, crying because their demonstrably corrupt candidate wasnt going to be promoting the dismemberment of unborn children for the next four years.
And just that glorious dawning of the realization that it was possible, then probable, then real. I am still somewhat shocked.