Unless you've just emerged from some week-long bout of unconsciousness, you already know - if you are online, it's impossible to avoid. If you're just emerging from a bout of unconsciousness of around one and a half years' duration, then allow me to break the news. It happened - that thing that (just before you took a time-out) everyone with a fully formed central nervous system had a chuckle about and said could never happen...yep, that thing we all said was impossible because the American people couldn't be that stupid...yes, really. Sorry.
If, by some terrible misfortune you're awakening from a slumber of more than eighteen months or two years' length, then I'm afraid that we have some really rather strange news for you. It's the kind of news perhaps best received in the sitting position, away from easy-to-hurl objects (unless they're soft, stuffed toys) or anything breakable or valuable. In fact, I'll let somebody else fill you in on the details, so close this window and go and ask your best friend (or somebody else that you have never before felt violent towards) what I might be talking about. Yes, do that now.
If, like me, you have spent the last seven days feeling slightly stunned and occasionally shaking your head rapidly (so that your mouth and cheeks flobble about and make an unpleasant sloppy sound), you need no further explanation. But there is a bright side for this writer.
I've been unable to find the words which express how I feel about the decisions that some fifty-something million Americans made last week, and so I've done my very best to avoid trying to track them down. Left with a feeling about recent events which I suspect may equate to that experienced by a small planet passing too close to a black hole, I have retreated to my memories (of less fucking crazy times) and have been picking up the cudgels (oh, what good work I might do with a cudgel if only I could go back in time around seventy one years, and tap a certain Mr Drumpf on the shoulder as he randily prepares to interact with his good lady in an offspring-producing kind of way) of re-writing and writing some other work.
I'm lucky: I have a virtual happy place to go and hide in. The tough part is coming back to the real/surreal world wherein America has just elected...well, you know.