Our beloved democracy, that is. Good going. NBC calls it.

Goodbye, cruel world.

“F. Scott Fitzgerald was wrong. There are second acts.”

In a little while, we’ll start parsing the sickest of them, the lies that degraded us just by our having to be in the same room with them. Soon we’ll marvel at four years stuck in a surround sound of the absolutely rankest bullshit, as if the president this blog calls The Genius of the Carpathians were indeed Nicolae Ceaușescu, and we his hopelessly entrapped auditors.

For me the sickest and most degrading lie of all was uttered in Trumpism’s late decadent stage – just a month before his downfall, when his brightest and slickest enabler, Lara Trump, assured an interviewer that Trump telling a rally to scream lock her up at an American governor who had just narrowly avoided being violently kidnapped, and whose only offense against Trump’s crowd lay in her responsible approach to a pandemic, was all in fun. A Trump rally is a “fun, light atmosphere.” Everyone was just “having fun at a Trump rally.”

Violent, repeatedly stoked, crowd hatred is frightening. Two-Minute Hates are a horror. Got that? It’s not light, and it’s not fun, and the country will be safer when perky all-American shitmongers like Lara Trump go away.

[T]he results are not really close.

With many ballots still left to count in heavily Democratic cities, former Vice President Joseph R. Biden Jr. was leading President Trump on Friday by more than 4.1 million votes… Mr. Biden’s current vote margin is larger than the populations of more than 20 states…

Hiroo Onoda, a Japanese WW2 soldier found hiding out in the jungle thirty years after the “end” of the conflict (Hiroo didn’t acknowledge that it had ended), wrote a memoir titled No Surrender: My Thirty-year War. At 74, the current American president is unlikely to enjoy Hiroo’s longevity, so let’s anticipate that his memoir will be titled something like No Surrender: My Ten-year War. And though he’ll be hiding out in the comfortable Greenbrier Bunker (after de-de-commissioning it and throwing the tourists out), and will even sneak upstairs for occasional rounds of golf, the president will be no less a hero than Onoda, both men icons of fidelity to a cause.

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