The Election’s Over. What Happens Next?

Until I see the final vote numbers, what I’m going to say now must be seen as a little tentative, but I’m not sure that any additional information about what happened yesterday will prove me wrong. So here goes.

This morning, I was listening to the AM shock-jock who was, of course, celebrating the wonderful day yesterday and was taking calls from his listeners who felt the same way.

One of his callers stated that he was thinking of voting but didn’t make a final decision until Trump was almost shot at a rally, and when he not only survived the attempt on his life but stood up and flashed a thumbs-up sign, this guy decided that he had to go and vote for Trump.

As I listened to this caller saying how proud he was to have a President who wasn’t afraid to risk his life to serve the country, I had a quick flashback to 1981 and the attempt by John Hinckley to assassinate Ronald Reagan, after which, frankly, Reagan could have been President for life.

You should know, incidentally, that I happen to have a certain personal relationship to the whole Presidential assassination history, because I was born in Garfield Hospital in Washington, D.C., which was named not after the actor but after the President who was treated for wounds he suffered after he was assassinated in 1881.