The sun rose this morning. I took my dog out for his walk. The streets were unusually quiet, less traffic, but otherwise, a normal day.
"Processing" is what we are all doing now.
Thoughts bubbled up:
1. Conspiracy: All those votes collected locally have to be entered into computers at some point, collected centrally and sent on. Despite the cute little cartoons about how this happens they were playing on NBC, fact is, like so much else in modern American life, it's so high tech, we really don't know how this happens and where a hacker could change the results. The Russians have hackers...
2. Realizing all the pundits, political scientists, TV experts, Nate Silver, Politico, pollsters were wrong. "The math is very difficult for Donald Trump." But I was never polled, and I live in New Hampshire. I don't answer my land line or my cell phone if I don't know the number. Most people don't answer their phones when the "ground game" people call. So, if people are unwilling to be polled, how can the polls be reliable? Another article of faith: The ground game. The ground game is so 20th century. Donald Trump didn't need no freakin' ground game. We were wasting our time. Well, we were learning about voters, but it didn't help win.
Oh, and did I mention, Sarah Palin for Secretary of State. She can see Russia from her porch. And Vladimir thinks she's pretty hot.