Well, That Didn't Work

The news everywhere is that Trump has won.  Despite Taylor Swift's endorsement and everything. 

I'm going to stay home and mope—like I do,  anyway.

[Added later today:]

It seems pretty clear that the big issues in this election were Racism, Sexism, and Xenophobia.  The last one is not a problem for Republicans alone: when would-be immigrants attempt to enter the US illegally in such great numbers, I would expect that it would alarm and discomfit Democrats and Republicans equally.  (It's just that Democrats have different objections to a huge stream of immigrants than Republicans have.)  When Republicans raise the immigration issue, Democrats reflexively have taken the other side; it's just the political climate that is around us. 

Those of us who live in rural areas have often needed immigrant labor at various times.  We city dwellers don't know about this first hand.  But those who do need immigrant labor seem to not want to have illegal immigrants underfoot at times when they're not needed.  That's an uncomfortable situation; what are we to do: put the migrant labor in a freezer when they're not needed?  It almost seems as though some people would like to establish labor camps, like was done when Chinese labor was helping build railroads. 

Sexism is a whole different thing.  A lot of Amerucans have grown up steeped in the testosterone-infused culture of the Old West, and the World Wars.  Women had little or no place in the myths that figured in the imaginations of young boys, and even now, the conservative core of the GOP cannot tolerate the thought of being led by a woman, and Trump has capitalized on this distaste in his campaigns. 

Another thing Trump grabbed with glee is the possibility of labeling Kamala Harris an outsider, a black, an Indian, in any case, someone who is not quite American.

So Trump depends on this "Us" / "Them" dichotomy for his campaigning strategy, and—not surprisingly, in hindsight—it seems to have worked.  These ideas are evidently still a part of the thinking of Anericans, buried in their minds for years, but ideas that can be invoked easily by populists such as Trump.

Kay

Well, I Voted!

I got up early, and headed out to where I was supposed to vote, and I voted.  I ignored everybody else most of the time.  Occasionally, I forgot to studious ignore everyone, and caught a glimpse of strangers watching me with mild interest, and I smiled back; but then I remembered to scowl at my ballot, and carried on. 

Now there's nothing for it but to wait.  I hope Trump doesn't start fussing like he did the last time. 

No more to add; if I think of something, I'll add it on. 

Kay

Christie Sides

Lots of Caitlin faithful are repeating the mantra: 'F**k Christie Sides.'  The world of professional sports is very unforgiving, and I don't think it needs to be that way.  Listing all Coach Sides's shortcomings, I don't think any one of them is unforgivable.  But obviously I wasn't there, and it's Caitlin's way not to go off the deep end about anyone or anything; if she had, I for one might have felt more resentful about the Coach. 

I don't know enough about the game, but from the great distance from which I watched the whole season, it seemed very much as though, because of the particular package of skills that Caitlin brought to the game, coaching Caitlin (and her teammates) needed some advanced coaching skills that a typical coach may not have, and poor Christie would have had to figure these out on her own, or talking to her support group over the phone, or whatever. 

Meanwhile, she was facing relentless criticism from all over the WNBA, and the fans, and the bookies, and who knows who.  Only someone who has had to handle this sort of situation can know what it's like.  I think Christie was playing way out of her league, and, I might add, doing a fair job of it.  Now, it appears, her predecessor has come back to coach the Fever, and we can only hope that she can deliver what that team deserves, and we can only hope Caitlin returns to play with them. 

Kay, keeping her fingers crossed