I have it so good. I know it. I've managed to negotiate my way into a truly charmed life by seeing the grift and taking it every time. I was telling a friend yesterday that definitely the future and largely the present belongs to those who best know how to fill out forms; he's a Southern California resident who has managed to make it into his 50s without needing to really know how to negotiate unemployment or medicaid or scholarships or anything which is fine, but he's raised three children who also lack those skills. And now they're like Pomeranians having to learn how to hunt rats.

I rode with Seattle Lyft drivers back when the economy was good. They were skin-of-their-teeth. Most of them were full-time Lyft and they had hustle. The job ends up being like golf caddy; you need to know how to work your passenger in order to get the best tips. Nowadays? I mean, I haven't been in a Lyft since February. I don't know what it's like out there. Probably not better.

The media (and most of the rest of us) underestimated the discomfort of white racists in 2016. I think we're grossly underestimating the calamity faced by everyone else this year. You certainly begin to see the rationale for making voting hard for everyone that isn't rich old white people.