To paraphrase Jimmy Buffett, it’s Election Day someplace. Looking back over the last two years, the observation that strikes me as most interesting is that throughout the entire course of the primary season, more than a year and a half, I never actually met a Hillary Clinton supporter. Not one. I met people who told me they knew Hillary supporters. But I never actually met one in the flesh.
This leaves me believing in Hillary supporters more or less the same way I believe in electrons. That is, lots of smart people have told me they exist, but I’ve never actually seen one myself.