Election Day Blues

I wish I could feel happy this election day, but I don’t. Whatever happens I feel like the damage has already been done.
I can see why people might not like Hilary. What I can’t understand is how people could support Trump. Whether he wins – God forbid – or not, he has a lot of devotees. That thought depresses me. I had hoped we were better than that. I can’t help but think this election has brought out all the racists and bigots and misogynists I always knew existed but not in these numbers. The saddest part for me is the women who defend Donald Trump. That I just can’t wrap my head around. How anyone  – man or woman – after this entire election season, can still think Trump will work for them, the little people, when all he’s ever done is cheat them and enrich himself, I’ll never understand.
Election Day Blues. No matter what happens this election day - whether Hilary Clinton or Donald Trump wins - I can't help but feel the damage has been done. 
Even if Hilary wins, she has her own sordid past (I’m not talking about the emails. I don’t give a shit about the emails, which were standard operating procedure until a woman did it.) Hilary without question is qualified for the job, but it’s been hard for me to parse out what’s been sexist, bias coverage of her because she’s a woman in a man’s world and what’s plain unseemly and shady. She is married to Bill Clinton after all. That’s hard to overlook. I get that all politics is maneuvering and calculating and deal-making, but it leaves me cold.
Still for me the election was a no contest. I’m pretty sure it would have been a no contest for the entire nation if one of the candidates hadn’t been a woman. The fact that a petulant, overgrown child with the mentality of a 3-year-old and no actual experience could pose a real challenge to an intelligent, capable, competent, sophisticated, extremely experienced woman just demonstrates how desperately we need a woman in the White House.
I’ll be taking my daughter with me to the polls today because I want her to be there when I vote for the first woman president of the United States. Still in my heart I wish I was voting for Michelle. I wish like mad I was voting for an Obama again. Someone I could take real pride in when I pulled the leaver. I don’t have those feelings this time. But I am happy at long last this country will be representing all of it’s people.