You know the old song lyrics “Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am?”
I’ve been hearing that on a loop in my inner ear over the past two weeks since Donald Trump pulled off what some have called a surprise landslide but which, after the votes were counted, seems to be more of an anti-Kamala “boy are they blue” wave.
In other words, I doubt that America has embraced Trump because he’s received a lower popular vote percentage than almost every prior winner.
Still, America couldn’t stomach the idea of a Harris presidency. And so, here we are.
I’m not ecstatic, to tell you the truth. I didn’t expect to be.
The fact that I’m neither devastated by Trump’s win nor elated by Kamala’s failure places me squarely in the middle of those clowns and jokers.
And I have a feeling I’ll be stuck here for another four years, with one side calling me a fascist and the other side calling me a RINO at best, a traitor to the cause at worst.
And that’s fine. Honestly, I don’t do team playing that well.
It’s probably........