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I woke up on Saturday to the US election results the world had been waiting for days to hear. Joe Biden and Kamala Harris won the election. As bells pealed across Europe and people danced in the streets across the US, there was shocked disbelief, threats, and refusal from the White House. It reminded me of the widespread cry four years ago from winners telling stunned losers to “Get over it.” 

Sadly, with very little change, I’m reposting from four years back. It’s fun to be on the other side, but after those four years, I can honestly tell the losing side, “You won’t get over it. It keeps getting worse. We need to try something else…”

What are you looking at?

One day after the election, we woke with a collective “WTF?” For some, it was a happy noise. For others… not so much. As far as I can tell from exit polls, America got its coveted “I Voted” sticker by sucking it up and voting for the candidate they hated least, or against the candidate they hated most. I totally get that, since my own ballot did not contain these names:

  • Mother Theresa
  • Michelle Obama
  • Whoever invented mojitos
  • Me
OR maybe people just want some of the crackers from 2004 that we found under an old cabinet?

OR maybe people just want some of these crackers with a 2004 use-by date that we found under an old cabinet?

Along with just about every pollster, prediction, and human I spoke to, I don’t understand what happened.

But that’s nothing new. On my own blog, for example, one post which has gotten thousands of hits recently is this one about the amazing things I’m discovering as we remove several hundred years of unfortunate decorating choices from the walls and floors of our Victorian cottage on an island off the coast of Scotland. Maybe my visitors are looking for guidance from the past. Maybe they have decorating tips. Maybe they’ve already packed their suitcases and want to stay in my new guest room (once we have a few luxuries installed like working bathrooms, floors, a kitchen…).

Since I don’t know why the visitors keep coming to this particular post, I decided to look into it. (Maybe if pollsters and journalists had looked at the most popular online search terms before the election, they would have spotted the number of people querying “suck it up?” or “calendar date for #EndOfDays?” At least they might have noticed #LeastLikelyToCauseProjectileVomiting trending on twitter.)

I decided to test this theory with a quick look through the search terms that brought people to my own blog. After discounting the usual—people looking for reasons not to get married, have children, people searching combinations of sex and Taub (such as the disturbing “girl work castration fantasy”, plus several requiring eyeball bleach), people typing-while-drunk (such as the poor fellow who actually put in eleven searches for “ned womne big boobse” and must have been SO frustrated when he kept ending up at this post)—I noticed something amazing.

People are looking for inspiration. My own posts to receive the most queries, searches, and hits aren’t the book reviews, stories about my travels or my life, or my attempts at humor. Instead, the ones which got thousands more visitors are the following posts where I talk about things that have inspired me personally (in descending order of blog visitors):

On this Veterans Day, I’ll close with an excerpt from another post that still gets lots of visitors [We won’t leave the light on… ]:

We have a Lady welcoming all to our shores. She rose from pennies raised by French and American school children, and she raises a lamp against the darkness. She says welcome. She says that’s who we are.

Statue of Liberty at night [image credit: Guide TravelTourism http://guidetraveltourism.com/?attachment_id=2846]

Statue of Liberty at night
[image credit: Guide TravelTourism]

Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

–Emma Lazarus, 1883

For Americans, the Lady’s message isn’t “Get over it.” America was never meant to become great (or great again) like the ancient Colossus, swallowing everything in its stride. Instead, as the first stanza of her poem reminds, she welcomes all of us,

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

I hope in this election aftermath and with all we’ve got facing us, we as Americans won’t tell each other to get over it. I hope, instead, we’ll all get with it. We can’t afford another four years of the alternative.