If Trump wins, we could get a White House with his name atop it.
The other day I was telling a friend that I always found ridiculous those people - often actors - who said that they would leave the country if the candidate they disliked got elected. But this year's race has made me rethink my position. "I wouldn't want to live in a country run by Trump," I said.
"I wouldn't want to live in a condominium run by Trump," said Mark.
Among the things Hania brought back from Poland Sunday – jewelry, ceramics, vodka – was my secret police file, which she obtained at the beautifully named Institute of National Memory. The file makes for very dull reading, which I have to take most of the blame for; my two and a half years in Warsaw were more queue-and-tutor than cloak-and-dagger. But reading one official document after another I have come to the conclusion that the disintegration of communism in Eastern Europe was partly the result of a collective sense of boredom.
The Brazilians jeering Yoani Sanchez must think they know more about life in Cuba than Cubans do.
Seen yesterday on Facebook:
"If Romney wins, I'm leaving the country. If Obama wins, I'm leaving the country. It has nothing to do with politics. I just want to travel."
And so this blog's Election 2012 coverage comes to an end.
I've interrupted my reading of Before the Dawn to read Hammer & Tickle: The Story of Communism, a Political System Almost Laughed Out of Existence.
It is an exhaustive study of humor during the time of the Soviet Union. Some of the jokes are familiar from my years living in Poland, but even these still make me chuckle. Like when Brezhnev dies and goes to Hell. The Devil shows him around and gives him a choice of tortures. Hitler is wallowing in a tub of boiling oil. Stalin is stretched out on a rack. Khrushchev is making out with Brigitte Bardot.
"I want Khrushchev's punishment," Brezhnev says.
"That's not his punishment," the Devil tells him. "That's hers."