As I write this, near midnight on the fifth, the presidential election has not yet been called, though Biden has the edge.
I admit to near inconsolable sadness late Tuesday and into Wednesday. I never expected a blowout, but the incredible closeness of the race fills me with despair for our nation and world. That so many have witnessed so much corruption, hate and near psychopathy from Trump, and still cast their ballots for him leads me to wonder if the name we've given our species could, possibly, be ironic. I see little evidence of sapience in us, tonight.
And, yes, the title of this post refers to the ancient Chinese curse. I think I finally understand it.
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