“Is this the beginning or is this the end?”  If you’re from my generation, you might recognize these lyrics.  What a day to start posting to this new blog.  It’s day one of Post Truth Politics in the USA.  It’s also birthday for my life-long friend and spouse Alice Lankester.  Not a great news day for your birthday Alice, but don’t forget your birthday in 1989 when the Berlin Wall fell.

This is chapter 3.  I spent my childhood in Queens, New York City.  Most of my adult life in Silicon Valley, California.  In 2015 and 2016 we did some heavy lifting and now we’re all nicely settled in Twickenham, Surrey, UK.  Three chapters, New York then California and now London.

Today hundreds of millions of people are sad and disappointed that Donald Trump was elected President of the United States.  Me too.  Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.  Pinch me.  Tell me this is a dream.  Please.  Thing is, growing up in NY, I always thought Trump was a clown.  Never took him seriously.  A bozo.  Well, I guess Americans want a bozo for president.

Last night I stayed up late.  Polls didn’t start closing here until 1 AM.  When the outcome was clear, I went to sleep.  Slept late then spent some time grumbling at the kitchen table with daughter Emma and my mom Eve.

Then I made a decision.  We can’t let the bastards get us down.  Now I’m at my desk.  Let’s all get to our desks and decide what to do next.  Resistance is not futile.

Is this the beginning or is this the end…

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