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Four years ago I went to Philadelphia in November. My discipline had its annual convention there, at the massive convention center where they are counting votes right now. I posted about walking over to the Liberty Bell on a break between sessions (man, that quote! I forgot about that quote!). I remember feeling optimistic while I was there, like maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I had feared.

Instead it has been SO MUCH WORSE: four years of dueling malevolence and incompetence.

This week has been more painful than I expected. I thought we were heading toward an emphatic repudiation of Trump. How could we do anything BUT repudiate Trump?

Well. I do not have an answer to that question, but it is clear that plenty of folks thought Trump did not need repudiating.

Perhaps if I were further advanced in faith I would have been more serene this week, but I have been fizzing, like a bottle of diet Coke with too many Mentos trapped inside. Or like a Wile E. Coyote fuse, attached to a whopping pile of TNT.