The Civil War was lost on Tuesday.

The south has won. The Mason-Dixon line was as clear as it ever had been the other night and here we are, an awkwardly large nation only half way through being under the authority of someone who is far removed from the America I thought I knew. Like a French Chef stirring the melting pot of all flavors, he will impose his moral beliefs on the nation and world much more aggressively in his second term; as most two-term presidents do. Perhaps someday we as a nation will abandon the haphazard method of electing just one of Earth's children to represent and lead the nation. Perhaps we will have the ability to design a leader, one who is comprised of every citizen of the country, either digitally or genetically condensing every last one of us. A genetic democracy. It's (as it would have no sex) skin an average of every tone in America, It's brain a digital hive of Our hopes, dreams, and opinions. I suppose energy and matter eventually find condensity and consistency. Like the mist that coats a windshield on a wet day, slowly joining each tiny piece of water to form a drop, which finds other drops and becomes a small pool, only to dissipate into the atmosphere.