No, it isn’t the Wall Street crash; it’s two days after the election. I was going to keep posting the upside down American flag, but that image – supposed to mean send help – has been co-opted by Trumpists. So I’ll have to work on a new visual.

Fascination with Fascism. That is where we are. To know something is very bad for the country – and for you as an individual – and to embrace it anyway? What is that? Masochism. Nihilism. Naziism. Lots of isms being thrown around here. I don’t think it’s any of those. It’s gullibility. Stupidity. Naivety. Giving in to our most dangerous instincts to embrace a strong man. Have we seen this picture before?

Oh, no more than a few thousand times before throughout history. But we were supposed to be the land of the free. The home of the brave. Kamala’s concession speech talked about those things. Won’t be hearing much about that anymore. It’ll be interesting to compare and contrast with his inaugural speech. If he can be propped up on the dais to give it.

Reality is, he’s an old and senile man, still trying to win back the love of his daddy. Yuck. Tacky. Worthy of one of those CBS shows that can take any premise and make it cringeworthy. Matlock. Not the old one with Andy – the new one with Kathy. Cringeworthy. The real problem here are the kids surrounding him. Vance. Bannon. Miller. Kids. These aren’t kids. They are co-conspirators who will be the Marc Antony’s that will eventually dispose of him, now that he’s let them in the gates of power. Then they’ll squabble amongst themselves and eventually implode. Can’t wait for all that to happen.

And the good folks in this country let it happen. Wanted it to happen. Wanted to see the train wreck so badly, they voted against their own self interest. You can’t make this stuff up. It seems impossible, yet there it is.

I’ll work on a new logo apropos to the occasion. It will only be needed for two years – ’til the next election when the first leg of the stool to be knocked off will be the House of Representatives. It always turns over in the midterms in a Democracy. We are still that, aren’t we? Only if we hang on. By our fingernails.

Thought I’d leave you with this visual. Seemed appropriate for the occasion.

You invited him in.