On this day in history, in 2016, the unthinkable happened: the American people elected as their leader an ignorant, racist demagogue, far worse than anything we could have imagined when we saw George W. Bush as the bottom of the political barrel. The barrel is apparently a lot deeper than we thought. Professor Ceiling Cat, confident of a Clinton victory, was wrong. He will dutifully pay off his bets. The polls were wrong, too. That can only mean that either the polls were conducted incorrectly or, more likely, people didn’t want to say they were voting for Trump.
I have no words to bemoan the next four years, years with a Republican congress and President. The Supreme Court will remain conservative. Trump will get through what legislation he wants. Those who voted for Trump because they were tired of the establishment will, I fear, realize their error too late, perhaps among the smoking ruins of America.
I declare that we have one day to moan and despair, and then we must roll up our sleeves and get to work—working for the realization of those liberal values we supported with our vote.
Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili and Cyrus are talking not about politics, but about their joint bed:
Cyrus: We have several options.Hili: For the moment I would retain status quo.
Cyrus: Mamy kilka opcji.
Hili: Chwilowo zachowałabym status quo.
Cyrus: Masz jakiś komentarz do wyników tych amerykańskich wyborów?