We wake up this morning to discover no one knows who the President will be.
All morning, perky television anchorpersons explain for hours what boils down to one sentence: it’s too close to call. At lunch, they continue their commentary on this simple phrase, going so far as to plaster it across the lower edge of the screen, just in case we miss the point.
Tonight, the news channels offer special reports, with bespectacled analysts and sober Ivy League faculty. They squint and clear their throats. They stroke beards. They frown like doctors delivering bad news to the family of a patient near death:
Any time now. A day, maybe more. No one knows for sure. It’s just too close to call.
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