So I got on a plane in Texas feeling optimistic, checked the news once the plane landed in Portland, and… wow. I go offline for five hours and everything goes south.
I really think I’ve had too much faith in the intelligence and good will of Americans.
I really hope that, just as I was radically wrong about who’d win this election, I’ll turn out to be radically wrong about the consequences of President Trump.
I really hope that the people who voted for Trump had more in mind than sticking their middle fingers to the establishment.
I really hope that RBG makes it another four to eight years.
I really hope things don’t go horribly for everyone who’s not straight, not cis, not white, etc.
I really hope I still have health insurance a year from now.
George Takei has some good advice about avoiding despair.