While–should I get back to any sort of substantive posting before November 2, which is unclear at this point–I may link to things other people have to say, or discuss the way my involvement in all this has changed me, I don't think I can continue to talk about my feelings, because it's obvious that when I do so I am unable to rise above fairly corrosive incivility.
So I'm going to stop. I'm unlikely to convince anyone, no matter how well I document the compulsive mendacity, or the failed programs or the disastrous policies, if I can't even begin to make the case at anything less than a primal scream.
More yoga is probably the answer. Or more gin and tequila. It's probably situation-dependent.