Right now, as we head towards the holidays, I should be waiting for our first female President to bed inaugurated, and luxuriating in the feeling that soon I wouldn’t have to see his smug mug all the time, I wouldn’t have to hear about him all the time, I wouldn’t have to think about him except when his court cases came up. 

So much for that dream.

Now, this never-ending clown show will go on for at least another four years.

This morning I read that the Trump transition team “floated the idea that Trump could sign an executive order creating a board of retired senior military personnel that would review high-ranking officers and recommend removing any they deemed unfit for leadership.” Such a board would enable Trump to “purge the military of the generals whom he considers insufficiently loyal to him.” Generals who refused to carry out orders like using the military against U.S. civilians in his first term.

I also read that our side was “too alarmist” about the dangers to democracy if the Dictator Wannabe was re-elected.

It’s like there’s a house on fire, and one side is there with a firetruck and a firehose, trying to put the fire out. On the other side there is a gasoline tanker truck, and someone is spraying gasoline into the fire. And people are saying, no!, you shouldn’t have mentioned the gasoline truck in your political ads so often, you should have just focused on the firetruck.

Oh yeah, that was the problem.

From now on, no one can ever tell me about the “essential goodness” or “common sense” of the American people. Never again.