Who is the fat lady? I don’t know, do you?
I’m not an American. I’ve said before that I feel some connection to the result of the US elections because of the influence of the US on Britain, but it is to Americans that it matters most, and I can’t begin to imagine what it feels like over there.
Waking up on Wednesday morning and seeing the closeness of the race was an oh shit moment. But by Wednesday evening, UK time, there was excitement as a different picture emerged, and by Thursday things were looking dicey for Trump. The glee turned swiftly to impatience. An election happens incredibly quickly in the UK. The whole process, including the campaign, takes less than a month and the time between casting your vote and having a new government can be less than 24 hours. To us, the US election seems to have been going on forever.
The map hasn’t changed much in two days, but there is calm today. The process needs to reach conclusion, but result is virtually inevitable. Democracy is exhorting its will, state by state, box by box, vote by vote.
I’m trying to resist hyperbole, but it does feel like a small weight is being lifted from the world.