I woke up numb. There’s this lingering feeling of dread, but otherwise, everything feels surreal. It’s almost like an out-of-body experience where I’m mid-nightmare peering from the outside in, knowing, hoping, that this all couldn’t possibly be real. I get it. The people spoke. The whole Midwest spoke loud and clear—and now we have our next president (with the most un-presidential acceptance speech I’ve ever heard, by the way). It’s not Trump who terrifies me though, it’s the mass of people who voted for him who scare me. They’ve spoken. They’ve been brewing and burning for eight years watching a black man live in the White House and lead our nation with utmost grace and wisdom. And now, they’ve won. “A terrifying night, and not just because Trump might win. It turns out that there is a deeper rage in white, rural America than I knew. The voters there know what Trump is; they know what they’re voting for, and they’re doing it anyway. How does our society hold together?” —Paul Krugman I’m shaking. I’m furious. I’m disgusted, and I won’t apologize for language: Look. At. That. Fucking. Map. This mass of people came out and voted for the man who stands for everything that America…