Mossy Character writes: I am no doubt the first to observe that Play It All Night Long says all that needs to be said about red America. Elaborations, sophistications, and preferred performances left as an exercise for the reader.

Heebie's take: Lyrics here.

I don't think I like this song at all. In fact, it's pretty terrible!

I don't feel like connecting with red America at all at the moment, but if I were going to, I'd say that Robert Earl Keen's Merry Christmas from the Family achieves this challenge in a much more charming way. Lyrics here.

However, maybe the assignment is to find bile, and not a modicum of charm.

I haven't seen articles written yet that are drawing grounded conclusions from the full statistics of the election. The only things I'm seeing are the things Stormcrow says, and little things like this:

(similar to what JPS said yesterday)

or this:

which does hurt a little bit.

Anyway, it's gotta be getting close to deep-dive time, right?

Who runs for the Republicans in 2028?

1) Trump, of course
2) JD
3) A currently-known nutcase
4) A yet-to-be-known nutcase
5) A sensible moderate to put the pieces back together
6) Someone else

I'm a bit freaked out by what may be put in place on day 1. What are your best guesses as to how it plays out?

In terms of resistance:

1. it feels like protests and marches have become entirely ignorable. Do they still mean anything in terms of rallying energy or spreading awareness? I don't personally enjoy them at all, but would show up if it actually helps anything.

2. Lawsuits, obviously. I assume the only thing here is to donate money, unless you have some specific expertise.

3. I have an untethered fear that we'll be back in Nazi Germany, hiding people in our houses again. The logistics of that make me feel faint. The house is so cluttered already.

4. There's gotta be something else besides things that feel useless, or overwhelming, or just money. I would hope?

I had a dream last night where I distributed a briefcase of money to some immigrants and was hailed as a hero, and demurely explained that it was the least I could do. So at least my superego thinks that all my angst is just a ploy to look good on the progressive highways and byways of central Texas, or something.