JMT
JMT | That is all.
Some mornings you just wish you were a bottle-draining alcoholic so that when you woke up you could harbor some hope that what you thought you recalled from the previous night was just a foggy hallucination.
No such luck.
I woke up this morning and wasn't dead, Jesus hadn't come back, and so the nightmare goes on. Disappointed in all of the above, I got out of bed anyway.
My wife, God love her, turns on the Today Show every day out of habit from her childhood. My habit is to turn it off the moment she is distracted enough not to notice. She just wants the noise, frankly - but I can't take it.
I refused to go into the kitchen this morning because I heard it on. Just went back upstairs and started getting dressed. I don't think I said anything out loud. Except to my 15-y.o. daughter, to whom I apologized profusely for what has happened to the country she is about to inherit.
Self-imposed media blackout is in full force. Heard snippets of Beck and Limbaugh while driving up to Nashville today, but that's all. I passed a few Obama-Biden bumper stickers on the way up and successfully kept all of my most interesting fingers on the wheel. I am declaring that as my election victory this year.
Almost no social media. I have had to unfriend a couple of gloaters. I did so silently, another victory.
This hotel has CNN on every screen - lobby, starbucks, bar, restaurant. I'm treating the various televisions like someone you see at the grocery store but don't want to talk to: no eye contact. Don't want to get hooked into a 'conversation' with one of these electronic lie displays.
I went to a McDonald's, a gas station, a grocery store today. Minimal conversation. "How are you today?" they ask. Fools.
Took a nap because I was going on <4 hours of fitful sleep. I am awake now and can savor the disappointment and rage and despair with much more alertness than before.
I leave you with something Mark Steyn posted on The Corner today, quoting someone else:
Les mots justes
Mark Steyn Comments 75 I appreciate the sterling if pitiful efforts of my comrades to clutch at straws these last few hours, but, on this grim morning after, I fear the most salient analysis comes from Sir Richard Mottram, Her Britannic Majesty’s former Permanent Secretary for the Department of the Environment, Transport and the Regions, albeit speaking in another context:
<blockquote> “We’re all f***ed. I’m f***ed. You’re f***ed. The whole department’s f***ed. It’s been the biggest c**k-up ever and we’re all completely f***ed.”
</blockquote> Words to ponder.
No such luck.
I woke up this morning and wasn't dead, Jesus hadn't come back, and so the nightmare goes on. Disappointed in all of the above, I got out of bed anyway.
My wife, God love her, turns on the Today Show every day out of habit from her childhood. My habit is to turn it off the moment she is distracted enough not to notice. She just wants the noise, frankly - but I can't take it.
I refused to go into the kitchen this morning because I heard it on. Just went back upstairs and started getting dressed. I don't think I said anything out loud. Except to my 15-y.o. daughter, to whom I apologized profusely for what has happened to the country she is about to inherit.
Self-imposed media blackout is in full force. Heard snippets of Beck and Limbaugh while driving up to Nashville today, but that's all. I passed a few Obama-Biden bumper stickers on the way up and successfully kept all of my most interesting fingers on the wheel. I am declaring that as my election victory this year.
Almost no social media. I have had to unfriend a couple of gloaters. I did so silently, another victory.
This hotel has CNN on every screen - lobby, starbucks, bar, restaurant. I'm treating the various televisions like someone you see at the grocery store but don't want to talk to: no eye contact. Don't want to get hooked into a 'conversation' with one of these electronic lie displays.
I went to a McDonald's, a gas station, a grocery store today. Minimal conversation. "How are you today?" they ask. Fools.
Took a nap because I was going on <4 hours of fitful sleep. I am awake now and can savor the disappointment and rage and despair with much more alertness than before.
I leave you with something Mark Steyn posted on The Corner today, quoting someone else:
Les mots justes
Mark Steyn Comments 75 I appreciate the sterling if pitiful efforts of my comrades to clutch at straws these last few hours, but, on this grim morning after, I fear the most salient analysis comes from Sir Richard Mottram, Her Britannic Majesty’s former Permanent Secretary for the Department of the Environment, Transport and the Regions, albeit speaking in another context:
<blockquote> “We’re all f***ed. I’m f***ed. You’re f***ed. The whole department’s f***ed. It’s been the biggest c**k-up ever and we’re all completely f***ed.”
</blockquote> Words to ponder.