i hear some explosions here, with no lights, and some racing cars along the midway strip and a some horns and a lone siren. it's hard to tell if the sounds are celebration or rage. people are noting their relief quietly in text, but i wonder what's next. the trump is like a horror flick, i don't think he'll retire quietly into senescence in his florid compound twilight. he's not really gone, and uncle joe is no hero to the rescue. more sirens into the heart of saturday night.