Mitts and comb-overs

It wasn’t until quite far into the US election circus that I began to consider Donald Trump anything more than a distasteful joke. Yesterday, however, I still didn’t quite believe he’d even stand a chance against an ACTUAL politician with a CV that would probably have made her the best president those poor yanks have had since, well, forever. I thought her hubby did a reasonable job if you disregard perhaps Kosovo and the misplacement of the odd cigar. Yep, I thought good, ol’ Hils would have been the obvious choice and expected to hear about the first woman to take charge of an America that sorely needs taking charge of. But oh no.

Trump, of course, has based whatever minor part of his campaign that hasn’t been about mudslinging on change and taking charge. However, I don’t think it’s possible to listen to any of his diatribes and the sort of change he is all about without getting a serious case of the heebie-jeebies. On the other hand, I don’t think the world will go under. But then again I was one of the EU citizens living in the UK who has not at any point felt worried about Brexit. If things do get as bad as the doomsday prophets would have you believe, we’ll just head to New Zealand. We’re getting hitched in the new year so I shall see if I can get my grubby little mitts on a passport along with a fantastic dress.

Whatever people may think of Donald Trump, one thing I’ve certainly noticed – the shocked silence. No wild Facebook debates to speak of, no one seems to say very much, the world is staring on in disbelief I think. I’m also staring on in disbelief, both at the result and at the comb-over.


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