Enjoy this morning. You earned it.
I spent most of a very late Tuesday night and a good part of Wednesday enjoying it myself, with the notable and painful exception of the results here in Florida, which I’ll get to another day when I have more coffee and less reason to throw it at the wall.
But I’m writing now, while the confetti is still on the hotel ballroom floor, because somebody has to say it before the glow wears off and reality intrudes, as it is wont to do.
They won’t stop coming. The people you just beat are already regrouping. They’ll reorganize, find new money and new lawyers and new ways to terrify their base, and start the slow work of clawing back power and obstructing every good thing they fear you might do. It’s the only thing they’ve ever been good at.