As I move through the stations of grief (streaming, utter despair, numbness, and now settling into a kind of numb-funk), I look for small points of light to lift my spirits ever so slightly, or at least to distract me from the fact that this country is dumb as hell. As it stands, the worse man is losing, but the race hasn't been calle…
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