One would have thought that after the longest presidential campaign in U.S. history, we would all be sick of talking about Nov. 8. But we’re not. Our president keeps handing out maps, rarely missing an opportunity to tell people about how bigly he won. Meanwhile, on the left, those who were with her then are still with her, as if she’s a sort of semidivine phoenix who’s going to rise from the ashes and place them all at her right hand as a sign of gratitude for their devotion and fervor.
“If only we had a popular vote!” they lament.