We're not going to know...
For days who actually won...
So stop obsessing and go do something productive!
h/t Tina for the graphic.
Stop following the doom and gloom predictors out there! Turn off the TV, the Intarwebz, and go read a book! We have a lot of options for you!
Sigh...
I'm starting to wonder when riot season officially opens. Is it local dawn? Or is it dusk, following their latest excuse to act like barbarians?
I'd promised myself I'd tune out on election day, and I did. But my eldest daughter called me late last night and said, "Daddy, do you want to hear some good news?". I told her to hit me with it, as I sort of figured she wouldn't call to tell me that Kamala had won. I'd been antsy and morose all day. My daughter told me that her husband said that he knew it was over for Kamala when she sent a stooge out to where the victory celebration was to be held to tell the crowd to go home, that Kamala would meet with them in the morning. My S-i-L, said that Kamala was probably too drunk and emotionally crushed to face the crowd. They also noted that the MSM was covering a Harris supporting crowd at Howard University, Harris' old alma mater, and that every time the camera would pan to the crowd it'd be smaller.
Last night at 0100 after my daughter called to tell me that Trump was projected the likely winner, but still shy of the required 270 electoral votes, that is when I decided that Mrs Flowers and I would have a celebratory meal of a Whataburger with cheese, medium fries and a medium milkshake...blood sugar be damned! Whataburger is open 24 hours a day. Mrs Flowers, who immigrated legally, hasn't grinned this much since she became a naturalized U.S. citizen 45 years ago. We came home as stuffed as a Philadelphia ballot box after that Whataburger meal.
My blood sugar was only 120, an hour ago. God is watching out for me and the rest of us.