We will return to regularly scheduled knitting/parenting/reading/cooking blogging soon, like maybe tomorrow, but may I just tell you that my plan to stay away from Facebook was a good one? Was, past tense. I should have stayed away.
I have a high school Facebook friend who is pretty different from me. She lives in the small West Virginia town where we went to high school, in a county which Trump will carry next month even if he gets hit by a bus tomorrow morning. She's posted pictures of her teenaged daughter at the shooting range; our ideas on health care reform don't mesh very well. But I like her and I'm happy to be in touch with her, and I was really pleased tonight to see her post: I was wrong to support Trump, she said. I'm withdrawing my support.
And then-- oh, you guys, I should have known better-- then I read the comments. I am scooping up my dropped jaw with one hand as I think about it: the woman -- the woman -- making excuses for Trump (that's what it means to be a man, she said) and telling my friend she was wrong.
I keep thinking that I've got a handle on the level of craziness in this election, and it just keeps getting crazier.
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