Let’s face the music and dance.

“Trump will not concede; he will continue to deny the legitimacy of this result. His performance on Thursday night was perhaps his lowest and darkest yet, groundlessly telling Americans they could have no faith in their most solemn democratic rite: the election of a president. As he leaves, he will scorch the earth and poison the soil.

But all of that is to remind us why it was so essential, for America and the world, that he be defeated. And why, even though it may have arrived slowly and without the fanfare so many of us wanted, this will be a moment to savour. A dark force is being expelled from the most powerful office in the world – and at long last, we can glimpse the light.”

… UD‘s front yard.

‘Don Jr Urges his Dad to “Fight to the Death”‘

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Will Melania be as obliging as Eva? Color me skeptical.

Georgia, Georgia, the whole night through
Just an old sweet hope kept Georgia on my mind

Georgia, Georgia, love you so
We’re movin’ up to 2-7-0

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Certain voters frighten me
Certain eyes look violently
And in dreadful dreams I see
The road lead back to Trump

Georgia, Georgia, some peace I find
Just a late-night count keeps Georgia on my mind

Its loyalty to Trump knows no bounds – or knew no bounds, until his surrogate/son tweeted that his father should “go to total war over this election.” Apparently a naked call to civil war falls just a tad over the line for the Post.

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A preview of the Trump clan preparing for war.

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And lookee here. The Post seems to be… er… adjusting to a shift in the winds.

[B]y picking him again, those voters are showing that they are just like him: angry, spoiled, racially resentful, aggrieved, and willing to die rather than ever admit that they were wrong… The politics of cultural resentment, the obsessions of white anxiety, are so intense that his voters are determined not only to preserve minority rule but to leave a dangerous sociopath in the Oval Office. Even the candidacy of a man who was both a political centrist and a decent human being could not overcome this sullen commitment to authoritarianism.

… at vote-counting locations, and they are singing their song for their man!

Violate me, in the violet time,
In the vilest way that you know.
Desecrate, savage me
Utterly ravage me
On me no mercy bestow.
To the best things in life I am cold and oblivious
Give me a man who is lewd and lascivious, to
Violate me, in the violet time,
In the vilest way that you know.

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[Kimberly Guilfoyle pushes forward; sings:]

He may not always say

What you would have him say

But now and then he’ll say

Something wonderful!

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[Lara Trump sings:]

The thoughtless things he’ll do

Will hurt and worry you

But now and then he’ll do

Something wonderful!

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[They sing together:]

A thousand QAnons

Will not come true

You know that he believes in them

And that’s enough for you!

Boris Badenov scripts the next few weeks of Trumpian complaints about the whole political franchise thing.

Sing it.

Hey, pull away, the ship of state is holding.

Hey, pull away, you’ve pulled away, Joe!
Hey, pull away, the vote is now unfolding,
Hey, pull away, you’ve pulled away, Joe!

King Donald was a bully boy
Before the revolution
(Hey, pull away; you’ve pulled away, Joe!)
He tried to crown himself today
And kill the Constitution

Hey, pull away, you’ve pulled away, Joe

Hey, pull away, we’re bound for better weather
Hey, pull away, you’ve pulled away, Joe

Look, if this is the dude my fellow Americans want, okay.

I’ll cop to always having taken for granted the essential dignity and reliability of American democracy; I’ll admit it seems wrong to me that the president of the country is claiming he won an election that isn’t over yet — a claim that seems just fine with his millions of enthusiastic supporters. Okay.

After all, nowhere is it written that UD gets to spend her entire incredibly fortunate life in a fundamentally unimperiled democracy. Things have never really been bumpy for her in any way, and now they’re bumpy. Okay.

Russian Clue.

Sing it.

Shoot them
Shoot them
Shoot them
Shoot them
Here come old orange top
He come groovin’ up slowly
He got ju-ju eyeball
He one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker
He just do what he please

Shoot them
Shoot them
Shoot them
Shoot them
He wear red makeup
He grab pussy pussy
He got little fingers
He drink Coca-Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One thing I can tell you is
You better love me
Come together, right now
Over me

Shoot them
Shoot them
Shoot them

Me dream of violence
Me got covid 19
Me a big psychotic
Me one nasty stinker
Me got jail time awaiting me
Hold you in my arms yeah
You can feel my disease
Come together, right now
Over me

Christopher Hitchens writes about George Orwell and the common capacity for / effort toward ethical and intellectual integrity.

Democracy’s keenest enemies are willfully ignorant and fanatical cultists, most vividly on display in America’s covid-indifferent, Trump-besotted ultraorthodox Jewish communities. No demographic in this country will have higher Trump vote totals. As in Israel, if you want to chart the decline of democratic instincts and institutions, there’s no better place than in the heart of this withdrawn, uneducated, law-flouting, and violent group. Herd obedience to authoritarian religious leaders means it will deliver, today, a virtually solid Trump vote.

As the returns from all over America come in, let us see if reason, civic sentiment, and morality can triumph over passion, indifference to the public realm, and cruelty.