Ah, Cornell/Ithaca, the oblivious island in flyover country. I live an hour away in the midst of family farms and Amish. They don’t know we exist.
Today, can they hear the people sing?
That's the truth. I live outside Ithaca but work in the city, and trust me, it's not just Cornell that's insulated against the outside world.
You've seen the bumper sticker: "ITHACA: 10 square miles surrounded by reality".
My liberal co-workers are shuffling around looking like zombies, like tires that somebody just let all the air out of. I tell them to cheer up, things are going to get better now. But it doesn't seem to make much difference in their mood. Strange. I'm in a GREAT mood.
A MAGA mood!