by Robert Fischer
This morning I lingered in bed longer than usual knowing that when I retired last evening the stars were not aligning for the Democrats. When I did emerge this morning, however, I was welcomed by a beautiful fall morning accented by bright sunlight streaming through the trees. I will take that as a good omen and hope for the best.
This does not mean that I am happy, for the vote so far is a personal embarrassment to me as an American. The closeness of the race bursts my bubble about who we are in this country. I always believed–naively perhaps–that, as Winston Churchill observed, we would do the right thing after exhausting all the other alternatives. As I wrote previously, the vote shows that the support for Trump is who we are as a people. Apparently, personal grievances and pocket book issues trump everything else, no matter how egregious things might be.
It will obviously take some more time before we know the outcome of the election, maybe even a day or more. Whichever way it goes, the damage has already been done for me by the sheer competitiveness of the contest. Our “better angels,” it seems, are no more than phantoms of our fantasy!