"It Can't Happen Here". Sinclair Lewis.

Out of curiosity, and a notion to check this book out (I read it many decades ago, remember nothing about it), I went to the library site to check it out. Out of eight copies, none are available. Wait time about four weeks.

Discuss as you please. Hopefully I'll remember to come back and see what you all think.

I will note that the first line of the description is:

“The novel that foreshadowed Donald Trump’s authoritarian appeal.”—Salon

So, I'm done.

I just can't believe this has happened. The majority of the people in this country are insane, stupid, ignorant haters. So be it. They have gotten what they wanted. Now they will have to live with it because I give up. I just don't care anymore. Time for me to keep my head down, hope I can survive what is coming.

There are no checks against what Trump wants to do. If he manages even half of it, this country as we hoped to make it is gone. Maybe we can get it back, in a generation. I don't know. I won't be here to see. This was likely my mother's last election. She might be around for the mid terms, but if I see no hope we can win enough seats to have any majority, I don't think I'll bother. If my doctor confirms what I think is happening, I won't have the mental capacity anyway. It's not just long Covid, it's likely dementia of some type, and moving fast.

I apologize for being a cheerleader, trying to help people get through the process. I truly thought we would win. Maybe by only the 270, but a win. Keeping the Senate, at least, just enough in the House to carry on. But I think we were lied to, hoodwinked. Now that I see the margins, we had no hope.

So, no picture of me on my knees, saying I'm sorry. Just have to take my word for it. I'm not watching any news, though maybe I'll stop by and read a few posts here. Or not. I've seen how this sort of madness goes. It's not going to be America anymore. Daily life will go on, but it won't be the same.

Goodbye. Take care of yourselves, take care of the people you love.