Perhaps. But you could say the same thing about Hillary Clinton.
Last night, I was watching election returns in a restaurant with some friends in the Upper East Side. It was a little before 9:00: early returns put Trump and Clinton about even. We had just paid the check.
“Do I want to see the 9:00 projections? No, I don’t.” I told the group, and left.
I headed down Second Avenue, got a Citibike, rode it across the Queensborough Bridge to Long Island City, and got a G train home. The ride cleared my head.
But I’ve had a bellyful of this election, and I didn’t want any more. When I got home, I finished some paperwork—studiously avoiding anything that even smelled like a news report—took a shower, and went to bed.
And now it’s 5:09 Wednesday morning, and I still don’t know who won.
But having lived through a few Presidential elections, I can tell when my preferred candidate is about to lose. It’s not that I think Trump is a great guy. But we need a new direction in this country, and Clinton, as far as I can tell, will continue the policies of her predecessor and keep us limping along for another few years.
I actually bought a copy of Stronger Together, the Clinton campaign book, to try and understand where she was coming from. While the description of our problems in the first chapter is spot-on, the solutions she proposes are either vague, ineffective, or will make the problem worse. I realized just last night that the vague policy prescriptions are a feature, not a bug: if you don’t put forward specific policies, people won’t be able to object to them.
Yesterday, I discussed the vote at some length with my son. He voted for Clinton. His reactions to events were almost the opposite of mine: Clinton’s private e-mail server, which hit me like a punch in the gut (she’s disrespecting her office and the American people!), seemed a bit of abstract technological trivia to him. And Trump’s offhand remarks, which struck me as the mark of a man given to running off at the mouth, hit my son like a punch in the gut (how dare Trump even consider messing with a woman’s right to choose?).
In any case, it’s time to pop the bubble.
My sense of ‘a candidate about to lose’ was off this year.
There may be hope for us, after all….