Late on election night, there are plenty of things everyone would really rather not think about -- not after such a long, grinding, 4-year campaign. And that's probably a good indication that we should think of them. Now. Even if we get queasy.
I dunno about you, but my own private version of Nightmare on Pennsylvania Avenue managed to leak out and stain my innermost thoughts, even now, fully tired, and my guard down.
After brushing aside all the shouts of Peanuts! Popcorn! Hot Dogs! Cold Drinks! and ducking around vendors and crowds, I found myself standing alone, under a huge banner, overhead: Step Right Up and Make a Prediction for the Big Day (TM).
Truth be told? Either way we regular folk will be hosed, and the mega-billionaires will win --another notch on their belts for their victory, more tightening on ours, in the loss.
How so? Well, just shooting from the hip, so to say...