Needed to get some air; needed to be somewhere other than in front of a screen. The dog was thrilled; we almost never take evening walks.

The air was cool and fresh. Nothing like a clear autumn night. All of the lights were on in my neighbors’ houses as they stared at the same screen I’d had to escape.

Would they, I wondered, drift out onto the street after the election was officially called? The way some people take a night walk at midnight on New Year’s?

I walked by the Trocki house and saw them in their living room, the television brightly shining… I felt like knocking on their door and joining them, just being sociable with them…

May you live in interesting times. An ancient Chinese curse.

“Look at it this way,” said Mr UD. “The housing market will collapse. But we just sold the Cambridge house.” Yes. Got in under the wire there.

Could it be that the United States, unlike so many other countries, is still not ready for a woman president?

After walking up and down Rokeby Avenue, my dog and I headed for the woodland paths in my backyard. But as she suddenly strained at the leash, I realized that a herd of deer had probably bedded down in the high grass, and we’d be wise to avoid them. So I headed back to the front garden, and then to the front door. How does Katherine Ann Porter’s somber story “Pale Horse Pale Rider” conclude? “Now,” the narrator bitterly announces…

there would be time for everything.

Yes, the evening’s gotten bad enough for UD to haul out the Kipling.

And meanwhile where is it written that UD gets to have everything she wants to have? Your always absurdly privileged blogeuse would like to live in a country that elects not only Barack Obama but also Hillary Clinton; but she doesn’t always get everything she likes.

Came in with class; exits with class.

… 2016.

… nation.

*******

UD thanks her cousin Karen for the link.

… Tinpot nihilists the world over hold their breath for a Trump win.

Josh Marshall, on our beloved country.

Scoot in close, kiddies, while we remind ourselves why UD‘s Beware the B-School Boys category gets one of the most strenuous workouts on this blog. Here’s one Professor Horsky, who for more than twenty years both taught bright-eyed b-school boylets and girlets at the University of Rochester how to do business, and at the same time defrauded the United States government of hundreds of millions of dollars.

Horsky faces a maximum sentence of five years in prison. As part of his plea deal, he paid a $100 million penalty. Sentencing is scheduled for Feb. 10.

I gave you all that fucking money so leave me the fuck out of jail!

And no – in answer to your question… Not one person at Rochester for two decades ever experienced one scintilla of suspicion that one of their professors was a spectacular financial criminal. Not one person. They were totally blindsided by this.

“The University of Rochester and Simon Business School had no knowledge of the situation involving professor emeritus Daniel Horsky, and fully support the judicial process in this case going forward.”

Yeah. Wouldn’t want the IRS sniffing around, wondering why this person retains his emeritus status and all that. They’re still boasting about him! It is kind of strange.

Grrrrr. He be in bad mood cuz maybe Trump no win. Damn hippies!

Scrutiny of [a close associate of South Korean President Park Geun-hye] resurfaced in recent weeks due to questions about her daughter, Chung Yoo-ra, who was accepted to an elite women’s college called Ewha University. Her admission raised eyebrows since the university reportedly gave her extra credit for achievements in dressage, or competitive horse dancing. Ewha’s president resigned amid the allegations of preferential treatment.

… You’re gonna wanna to grab that pussy without a lot of politically correct nonsense preventing you from saving a life.”

Bill Maher helps UD get through the week.

… and she doesn’t want to get
too close to her herds of deer…

But perhaps you can see that the
grasses she decided to let grow
high this year have become a
deer hostel, with large numbers
of them bedded down in there.

When UD walks the path
in the picture, she sees deer-body
impressions left and right.

… Twitter.

Will the rise of Trump — suddenly the most famous Penn alumnus on the planet — actually bring the school down?

Penn has apparently always felt inferior relative to other Ivies because its alumni are very underrepresented among American presidents.

But hey – Penn might be on the verge of hitting it big!

And that should be a source of pride. But the Penn alum in question —

“Who would mock a disability? I would never. I’m a smart person. I went to the Wharton School of Finance.”

—

is both an embarrassment and a serious threat to the brand. Some on campus propose that Penn somehow repudiate the person in question – rather in the way Temple repudiated Cosby…

Well, it doesn’t become a real problem unless he wins.

[Sing along.]

Free from the law — oh, happy condition!
Rapists have fled, and there is remission;
Cursed by the law but saved from the fall,
Starr hath redeemed us once for all.

Now we are free — there’s no condemnation;
Baylor provides a perfect salvation:
“Come unto Me,” oh, hear its sweet call,
Come, and it saves us once for all.