I hear you loud and clear. It's very strange how much of a bubble I occupy. Pretty much everyone I interact with on a day-to-day basis is at the very least a Trump hater, and most are ardent Clinton supporters. But I live in a city and all my friends and family have at least one college degree.

My daily reading includes the Times and Post and Hubski, and my daily listenings are NPR and podcasts about government. I'm a liberal guy, but not liberal enough to never consider a republican. However, it's anathema to that lifestyle to even consider Trump as a viable alternative.

We didn't vote on liberal v conservative, or have v have-not, or rural v urban. We simply voted on whether we think all people are created equal. It's hard to swallow that pill. I have a number of uncles who are Trump supporters to their core. They're not poor. They're not left behind. And they aren't from rural areas. They're just rich, racist, white dudes who think that their place on the top of the hill is given by divine rights.

The worst part about today is that I don't feel as shitty as I did yesterday. That's a normal part of grieving, but it also means that I'm normalizing. I don't want to normalize. I want to hate Trump and Attorney General Giuliani, and Secretary of State Gingrich, and Chief of Staff Christie, and whatever antiscience fuckwit heads the EPA. I feel like I don't live in that country.