Last week, I was a mess. Honestly, I was. I was pretty much on Twitter all day and, with my horrible insomnia, most of the night.
I am seriously worried. I don’t necessarily regret not having Hillary in the White House. She was a seriously flawed candidate. But I am freaked out by the fact that we have elected Donald Trump.
The why question is fascinating and I think we still haven’t gotten to the bottom of it yet. Was it racism? Was it economic? Was it culture wars? We’ll be taking this election apart for decades to come.
But the why question is less important right now than the “what’s going to happen next?” question. Who is this ass putting in the White House? Is John Bolton really going to be Secretary of State? Are they really going to start building up the military, as Giuliani promised on the Sunday morning shows? Will they reinstitute the draft? Will Jonah end up in a Syrian desert? That thought isn’t improving my sleeping situation.
I got sidelined from the Atlantic gig for two months with an assignment for a light, non-partisan education website that seems to be having problems getting off the ground. Gee, I hope I get paid. But now I’m back to work. I don’t have time for light, apolitical writing anymore, even if it pays well.
This morning, I’m working on a piece this morning on the Republican state legislatures, which haven’t been getting enough press. Those guys will have a bigger impact on schools than Donald Trump in the next couple of years.