OK, it's been a week since the election and it appears the nation remains in the grip of some sort of mass psychosis. I keep expecting everyone suddenly to burst out laughing and pointing at me and screaming "Aaahhaaa. Gotcha! No college professor anywhere actually canceled classes because their preferred candidate for president lost the election. And universities aren't really handing out Play-Doh to college students to help them "cope" with the results of an election. Hahaha. Really had you going." But nope. Karen Singer of the North Shore/Evanston YWCA sent an email to staff yesterday which included the following: Mia, a staff member who answers our domestic violence crisis line, wrote something yesterday that especially resonated with us: “(My son) stayed up with me until 12:30 am. He went to bed knowing it was probably over, but saying that maybe it wasn’t. There was a tiny bit of hope in his heart. The Cubs taught him about late night miracles last week. Still, I could hear the despair in his voice when he said, ‘I don’t want to go to school tomorrow, Mom.'” “In the morning I came downstairs immediately after hearing him get up. I hugged him long and hard, with tears in my eyes, tears that are still in my eyes as I type this. I said, ‘I love you.’ And then I said, ‘You have to go to school today. You have to go to school for all those girls and Latinos and blacks and gays and Muslims at your school who were just told by America that they are not valued. You have to show up for them.'” Insane. In Mia's world, a gay Muslim who voted for Donald Trump double reverse devalued himself. I read a quote somewhere, "I'm gay and a Jew and I'm literally afraid for my life." Seriously, guy? The outcome of this election was a matter of life and death for you? Really? By all appearances the answer is a solemn "yes". Here I'm going to stick up for "snowflakes", as people are calling them. If you've lived long enough that you have a few presidential elections in the rear-view mirror, it's pretty easy to call out most of the wall-to-wall nonsense, propaganda, malice, and bullshit that has been the defining characteristic of this particular campaign. But imagine this is the first election that you've watched unfold as an adult. Imagine you were a blank slate when you began to follow avidly election coverage...by reading the Washington Post. Your sense of this election and its place in our history wouldn't even be remotely connected to a reasoned, reality-based view. If your only experience of presidential politics were the election coverage of the 2016 campaign by the Washington Post, you would be entirely justified in fearing, come February, all the carnivores at the National Zoo would from then on subsist on a diet of homosexual Muslims. Since the election, in an orgy of soul-searching and mea culpas, the media establishment has been trying to come to terms with the wholesale fraud, blatant propaganda, and outright lies that defined its coverage of this election. My money says they will fail. There isn't enough honor left in that profession to make it worth honest self-reflection. So it's only going to get worse. And there's the real problem. The media keeps moving the goalposts, and always in absolutely the worst direction. Never in my lifetime have I seen Americans in the streets protesting the RESULTS of an election. We've crossed a very significant line here. There are places where protesting election results is routine--places like Kenya--and hundreds, even thousands, die. In such places, issues no longer matter in the political arena. Your vote is determined by an accident of your birth, the tribe to which you belong. America is far along that path, as Mia's embarrassing drivel, cited by the Evanston/North Shore YWCA, demonstrates.