I went to bed early last night. I am sure that contributes to why I'm up at 3:45 this morning, but not entirely. Last evening my cough returned, not with the fury of the bronchitis of a few weeks ago, but enough to annoy me. It woke me in the night. I coughed enough that I finally padded to the medicine cabinet and took the last of my prescription cough syrup. I'm now waiting on the codine to kick in and put me back to sleep.
I find it ironic that many of the same liberals that were aghast when Trump said he might not accept the election results were marching in the streets chanting that Trump was not their President. Shouldn't Cher be home packing instead of protesting? She promised to move out of the country if The Donald won.
Here is a thought; maybe a bunch of Americans are sick of being told by the left that we are racists, sexist bigots every time we don't agree with you. You tell us you don't like us, then are shocked when we don't vote for your candidate. If you leftists feel like you don't know where your country is headed, like the things you believe are being repudiated, if the new president is terrifying, if the politics of the day do not reflect the America you want, then welcome to how half the country has felt for at least the past eight years.
Suck it up buttercup, elections have consequences.