Sitting, trying to write, nothing comes to me. Nothing is what it'll have to be. Over the weekend and immediately following the election demonstrations in the streets, Not my president! But today is Monday back to work and the business of business in America. Never have we been fierce warriors. Rhett Butler got that right: in any confrontation with the state a platoon of new recruits with automatic weapons outguns the stately samurai. Ken and I were eating veggie burgers and drinking local beers over worries our fellow Americans will soon start shooting Jews and Asians, lesbians and disabled veterans whoever's recommended on the news. There's a learning curve to disregarding tweets and the remedies offered on facebook. Our refusal to be more than the sum of ourselves is our saving grace. Therefore, let the peaceful transfer of power proceed. Democracy doesn't guarantee smart choices, just a chance to correct the mistakes we'll make.