E. Stanley guest blogs about Donald Trump’s win and his thoughts and feelings about what this means for the United States and the rest of us.
*blog title borrowed from Sylvia Plath’s “Daddy.”
Donald Trump won the 2016 presidential race, and we all lost – even those who supported him. I watched the results on election night like millions of others, hoping Clinton would take Florida early so I could go to bed. Instead, the act of national self-mutilation was dragged on until after two o’clock in the morning when I finally retired, emotionally exhausted and numbed by whiskey, and woke up the next day to find that America had elected a fascist pig to the highest office in the country. Continue reading “The brute, brute heart of a brute like Trump”