Thank you Barack. And family.
I am afraid I took the last eight years too much for granted. I realize that not everything that was what I might have liked and the obstructionism must have made life miserable for him especially. But what charm, elegance and sophistication emanated from the highest office from the land. And the way in which Barack and Michelle carried themselves, protected their children from the harsh glare of stupidity, and glided above the unfathomable vulgarity, the crassness and the truly evil taunts of racists and the campaign of hate mounted against them by Amurica's underbelly.
And now those dark forces seem to have closed in on us. The memory of those eight years may taunt us. I hope the ship of state and the vast majority of good people can withstand the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Like every thoughtful American I know, I look to tomorrow with enormous dread and foreboding: the most unpredictable, captious, malicious and ethically, morally challenged being imaginable seems poised to grab the reins and send us into a daily firestorm of tweets, spite and nastiness. And possibly even worse.
As for tomorrow, mourning.