As I write this, Joe Biden is about to finally overtake Donald Trump in Georgia, and it looks like Pennsylvania isn’t far behind.
Let me say, I know how frustrating it can be to be out in front for a key leg in a monumentally important race and at the last second get overtaken by your arch enemy, who is in his mid-70s and stutters. I’m not saying I know this firsthand. The truth is, when I was going around the final turn back in “my day,” I was usually trailing the stuttering septuagenarian. Still, I have a long history of being able to empathize with people I loathe, and I can understand how much it must hurt to lose to someone you have so brutally and unfairly mocked, like a schoolyard bully, in front of huge crowds.
The good news is that the president seems to be taking the inexorable creep toward his loss of power extraordinarily well. As far as I know he hasn’t yet shot anyone on Fifth Avenue or set Texas oil fields aflame. The very worst he’s done is to fire a massive, hateful salvo against our most sacred democratic institution – the right of Americans to have their votes counted.
I totally get it. He must be worried about what’s next. Is he going to be just thrown out on the street? Where will his next meal come from? Who is going to press his size 54 underpants?
Look, it’s going to fine. We’re Americans. We’re resilient. When we lose an election we don’t just sit there and mope. We file lawsuits and call press conferences to delegitimize the process in an effort to keep the Sherriff from coming to our front door and handing over an eviction notice, which would require us to have to pack up and get our assess the hell out of the whitest residence in the United States.
It’s all going to be fine, my friends. I think.