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Being an account of the election & the public voice.
6.54: I get to a TV. Hours of handsome talking experts.
7.33: A leftover cheese platter makes an important appearance. The election is still fun!
8.01: Anne Wolfe is going to lose.
9.32: Someone has made (made, I say) four stromboli. Howsa!
11.13: The entire center of the country (one of them) turns red. A vision of the Lord Jesus riding his uranium chariot on a sea of money, the Lasers of Justice blazing from his eyes.
11.40: The math begins to be disturbing. The NYT Electoral Calculator is down. Everything has to be done from memory.
12.55: I switch from scotch & beer to glasses of flaming pitch.
12.59: I stop watching the returns. I ride in a car to the bar.
1.25: A Republican (!) is getting hassled. He's handling it pretty well.
1.47: It's over. I am an evangelical Christian. The moon stands still in the sky.
It's hardly in a body's pow'r,
To keep, at times frae being sour,
To see how things are shar'd.