That Tuesday afternoon, I got out the pots. The two big pots I was going to carry outside and bang together in jubilation when they called the night for Hillary.
Later, crestfallen, I put the pots away. The next day I cried. I wandered around the house. Disbelief. Astonishment.
Slowly, slowly, it sunk in. We had elected Mr. Trump.
We elected a liar. We elected a diplomatic ignoramus. We elected a man who doesn’t read. We elected a man who, it now seems, actually believes he is smarter than everyone else and who is assembling a cabinet without, it appears, any indication he understands governance.
We also elected his running mate, Mr. Mike Pence, governor of Indiana. You know, the man who will take over the Oval if and when Mr. Trump is deemed unfit or resigns or has a massive fast-food-induced stroke.
So who even is this guy, Governor Pence?
He’s a man who, in the great Pussygrab of 2016, appears calm and normal, but who wants you to be free to electroshock your gay child until he complies with your heteronorms. Why stop with the gay? Why not electroshock your fat child until she gets to her goal weight?
He’s a man who, when standing beside Donald Trump, appears stable, religious, conservative . . . godly. He’s anybody’s Baptist Uncle, except he isn’t Baptist. We don’t know what he is, religiously speaking, and we don’t know if he knows either.
We decided to keep an eye opened and trained on him because of the electroshock thing. Because guess what? Barbaric torture treatments are not okay. We want Mr. Pence to announce that he’s not okay with this sort of nonsense either.
There are other issues, of course. There are so very many issues. It is overwhelming, and the loudness of the GOPpers who are shouting, “Get over it! We won already!” is as distracting, harsh, and insipid as their eight-year-long, “He’s a secret Muslim!” and “He wasn’t even born here!” was.
So here we are. Watching Mr. Pence. Because he might become President Pence, and he’s far more ideologically right-wing than Donald Trump is. Donald Trump has no center, no fixed star. Mr. Pence does, and that’s what is frightening.