@blatham,
I've been interested in politics from an early age as my parents differed, mother a Taft Republican, father strongly what we are now calling progressive.
I remember watching various hearings in the early fifties, when I was just starting my teens. In the years when they had some middle class money (which waned), they had lots of magazines around the house - Saturday Evening Post, Colliers, New Yorker, Women's Day, The Ligorian (I think that was ordered for me by my mother to read about mortal sin and sex. I was a scrupulous teen for a while, before I stopped that). I first read the New Yorker to figure out the dumbfounding cartoons, some good portion of which I didn't get back then. In a few more years, I read the articles.
I was mildly or moderately active later on, but not much of a marcher, more a stander (women in black/re iraq war). So - time goes by and my opinions are largely of the sort called progressive these days but I understand reason, at least some of the time, from people who disagree with whatever I'm presently thinking; equilibration may happen, probably after the conversation is past and I think about it some more.
My point? In all these decades of politics passing, I've never been so afraid of the other party winning. I don't know what I'll do if Trump wins. Despair comes to mind. No, I'm not the violent type and re despair, not violent to myself, but I might start wishing for a military coup. I'm not a natural military coup wisher either, but I can imagine it happening.
Oh, hey, I could write a coup novel..
