We are all Gondorians and Denethor has immolated himself. We are liberated and happiness and peace pierces the smoke of Orkish destruction. Gandalf has entered the city to make plans for the renaissance.
It is over. The snakes are slithering back into their sewers. He has no authority anymore. His minions are packing up their portfolios and sending out their resumes. Harry Truman memorably said, "If you want a friend in Washington, get a dog." Indeed, that is what Clinton did--remember--he was devastated after his terms were up and he used to just walk about Chappaqua, with his Buddy. Trump better get a dog. He had sycophants who sympathized when he had powers. Now, he has lost his power and all look elsewhere.
Trump went mad the same way the Denethor did. Trump daily watched Fox and Friends, who showed him the world the way he wished it. Denethor watched the Palantir, which showed him the world as Sauron wished it. Insulation and opaqueness, smoke and mirrors. Power for powers sake--madness.
Only Denethor had good sons. Valiant sons. Sons who did the right thing, even if it defied his wishes.
Their will be recounts. Everyone wants recounts. Recounts are evidence that there was no fraud. And if they cannot prove fraud, they cannot use the courts.
Today was a day for sheer joy. Dancing in the street. Comedy in the park. Laughing and laughing. Joy and hope.
It is not the end--its the beginning of the end. We still have COVID. We still have no access to the medical system. The education system has been toppled.
I look forward to years of Sleepy Joe, calming us every night and sipping cocoa with us. Calming our stomachs, allaying our fears. Beaming benevolence, not a belligerant bully.
We didn't get a hero like Aragon. Or a sage like Gandalf. We got Uncle Joe. We got Andy Taylor from Mayberry. We elected somebody to tidy up the mess. Heroes don't do that. But a nice guy does.