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.
The plane stayed in the air with Republicans and Democrats peacefully sharing the dangers and discomforts. The TSA checked for weapons and bombs cheerfully and everyone looked healthy, beautiful and happy even the old and frayed. President Tweet cannot detain travelers for being discreet. Because we hardly talk to the Other will there be another Civil War? Unlikely. But I want to tap the guy who leans back to nap Would you consider removing your balding head of hair from my tired face? Landing at last is the true answer to our prayers no new wars and the plane stayed in the air.