The 2016 election has come to an end, with the effects reverberating not only through the heartland of America, but throughout the world. This election was perhaps one of the most divisive, toxic, and also, hollow campaigns waged here on American soil. As voters could barely stomach going to the voting booths, both camps had rallying cries and soothing rhetoric to either jumpstart voters or placate them.

The 2016 election has (re-)surfaced a terrible facet of politics in America: we are still a deeply racist and sexist nation. Our identities help shape our environment growing up and they influence how others perceive and interact with us. To dismiss identities as politically insignificant is to deny racism (and by that I mean, for the purposes of this diary, empowered and privileged white bigotry against non-whites).

And to be completely honest, I am scared shitless. The only time in my life I have been this scared is 1961, Kennedy and Khrushchev. I have the same feeling in my gut, and have had it ever since the announcement.

Note: I published this on TOP/DK

http://www.dailykos.com/stories/2016/11/9/1594327/-The-globe-of-globaliz...

The globe of globalization does not exist. Is there safe land we can return to?

          From the earliest introduction to general science onward students are taught . . .

Objects in space (far from any others) have:

1) a kinetic energy described by E = ½ m v²

2) a momentum described by p = m v

          The curriculum, and most professors never emphasize that the above is just a convenient approximation grounded in our reliance in the past on experimental measurements.

In my intermittent ongoing OT series on visual populist? art I have now arrived at the beginning point that triggered both this series and my graphic art so called career. The Russians are coming! Not now but then. So I was sick of being a waitress and went to art school as I was a half ass good artist who wanted to make a buck or two.