I have a co-worker in my team who aspires to becoming an honorary American. He sports an Yank accent, and cites American examples to all debates and discussions. All this, despite growing up in Condon (Townsville's version of Redfern, Anala, <insert Melbourne equivalent here>).
Upon the US election beginning he has the voting graphs on the screen, and follows every commentary, as if knowing will make any difference. He declares with certainty that Trump cannot... no, MUST not win!
Trump pulls ahead by 3pm our time... The longer the red bar got, the tighter his foetal posture clenched in his chair. His voice quivers, as he travels through the
5 stages of grief. By home time, he wonders if he even has a home to even go to. He calls his wife on the phone, (always on loudspeaker), as they contemplate how they will navigate this dark new world...
I felt for my Co-worker. I needed to act. That night, I made him a cake to console him the following day...