Post election, everything seems to have shifted. On retrospect we look naïve. Whatever was happening was not what we thought, but the stage was set for this moment. Whatever you believe was the cause, it was already in motion.
Maybe that’s one reason it feels like a betrayal. As all the times you thought your love was at a meeting but he or she was with someone else, so all the times we thought our girl was winning, the sleazy guy was grabbing her from behind.
What do we do now? Hail Mary. Subpoena the election boards for paper ballots and installation cards. Petition the electors to vote their conscience.
Then sing to drown out the lies, dance to move out the demons, paint to show each other gratitude. Let’s prepare a show for the second weekend in January.