The Overnight Consolation

I’ve been mulling over in my mind fun things I (and other liberals) can engage in for the foreseeable future.   We could start with a list of Promises Broken by the President-Elect Before He Even Gets Inaugurated.   So far we can put these items down:

1.  A special prosecutor will be appointed to investigate, prosecute, tar and feather Hillary Clinton for losing e-mails.  This one was backtracked within days of the election.

2.  He will drain the swamp in Washington DC.  HA!   So far his appointments to oversee economic policy under his regime show that not only will this promise be set aside, but also illustrate the fact that the President-Elect will be bringing his own alligators to stock the swamp.

3.  We will build the wall and Mexico will pay for it.  Recent reports state that the President elect will build the wall, but surprise, we the American tax payers will get stuck with the bill.  He insists that Mexico – a separate sovereign nation with its own problems — will eventually pay for the wall. 

I envision this scenario:  contractors will be hired to build the wall and when it’s finished, the President elect will, as his wont, pronounce it subpar and refuse to pay for it.  He’ll then tell the contractors to go bill the Mexican government for their efforts and walk away.   Either way I’m sure Mexico will be chuckling at this brazen American arrogance for years to come.

And the list will go on and on as the President-Elect tweets himself in and out of political corners and diplomatic imbroglios.   

Stay tuned for constant updates here at this site!

So I will console myself now with this unique interpretation of the 2016 election:

Hillary Clinton was the first woman elected President of the United States by winning the popular vote.   Unfortunately, since tradition dictates that this office be held by a white male*, the Electoral College awarded the job to her opponent who happened to meet the well-established qualification of being a white male.  Either he was given this job, or the American people would have to endure the embarrassing sight of a 70 year old man throw himself down in the middle of Times Square, kicking and screaming like a two year old toddler who has lost his binkie.   Or is that binky?

Sorry ladies…its second place for you…again.   Truly, the rest of us will not be too far behind by the time this term is said and done.

*With one notable exception and, unfortunately, it does not appear that we will be making any progress in that direction again anytime soon.

(Thank you for reading.  And with that bit of historical consolation I will go back to bed.)