If Donald Trump wins, I'll probably do what I always do when an undesirable takes the Oval Office. I'll put on the war paint, tape up my fists of fury, grab my bear spray and Kevlar and CamelBak... this time I might just sit defeated on my couch, drink heavily, and hope for better days in four-to-twelve years.
I don't pretend to know what will happen next Tuesday, and the swing-state margins are razor-thin enough that anyone who says they do is lying. But one thing I do know with 150 percent certainty is that win or lose, Trump (and Trumpsters) will claim he won.
The Big Lie that got told endlessly for four years after the last election is now getting told preemptively in this one, just in case it's needed. MAGA lawyers are already gumming up the courts with faux grievances.
Trump's amen chorus of rubber-stampers... have already tried to put the fix in for the election despite the thin margins. The landscape is primed for chaos.
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