I am not a publicly political person. No yard signs, no bumper stickers, and I covet that our system gives us the right to vote in secret. Many times PH doesn't even know how I vote. But this year there was no doubt how I felt about one candidate and I was very vocal because while I may not know much, I know how people are supposed to act. I know what civilized behavior is. And having worked in an elementary school I know we don't allow five-year-olds to behave as one of our 70 year old candidates was behaving, and being rewarded for this bad behavior. How do we explain this behavior to our children? The effect was being felt on playgrounds already. As we got closer to the election I got more nervous and physically ill.
But Friend Harry assured me he couldn't get elected. Our country and our world would be safe from erratic behavior. He assured me he has never been wrong in calling the winner. Never.
But as the night went on and more and more red states were being colored in and the numbers were just too high, I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't be in a party atmosphere. I had to process this quietly - or at least with poor PH listening to me rant alone. We left.
I came home and tried to read, to calm down. I watched the stunned commentators try to understand. I went to bed and tried to calm my head. All I could do was pray. For us. For the world.