It’s the end of an error.
Man, I need that on a t-shirt.
Unfortunately, it’s not fully the end for another seventy-five days, five hours, thirty minutes, and twenty-seven seconds, at this moment, but it’s close. It’s not the end of every error, doubtless. But one big one, anyway, which means we can begin to walk toward righting a few other big ones on the way.
We’ll be ready to take hold of the edges of our country again, and lift, when called upon to do so. Until then, in the words of the little happy pop tune, “Just enjoy the show.”