I have not written anything about the U.S. elections, because I don’t comment much on foreign affairs and because I was so truly baffled, shocked and depressed by the actual fact of a Trump presidency looming over us (is it a bad dream? I keep asking myself) that I found it hard to put into words. However, my online friend for several years, and fellow blogger Barbara has poured her heart out in this post. It is a sad and passionate post, and I really feel for Barbara, and all the kind, generous, smart, thoughtful Americans I know and have known. This is fairly long, but I wanted to share this – because I am sure, if I was an American, I would feel just the same way.
No matter how the rest of the world looked at us on Nov. 7, they will now look at us differently.
America died on Nov. 8, 2016, not with a bang or a whimper, but at its own hand via electoral suicide. We the people chose a man who has shredded our values, our morals, our compassion, our tolerance, our decency, our sense of common purpose, our very identity — all the things that, however tenuously, made a nation out of a country.
Whatever place we now live in is not the same place it was on Nov. 7. No matter how the rest of the world looked at us on Nov. 7, they will now look at us differently. We are likely to be a pariah country. And we are lost for it. As I…
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