Crowing over Tuesday’s wins

November 9, 2026

Dell Franklin,

By DELL FRANKLIN

Editor’s Note: The following series, “Life in Radically Gentrifying Cayucos by the Sea,” to be posted biweekly includes the notes, thoughts, and opinions of an original American voice: author Dell Franklin. 

Franklin’s latest book – “Hitchhiking, A Destiny” – is currently on Amazon.

Was I glued to CNN watching election results from around 3 in the afternoon until 3 in the morning on Nov. the 3?  Fuckin’ A. That’s the way I put it, because I could feel in the air for months that America was sick and tired and possibly repulsed by the sight and sound of a frothing, foul buffoon who was no longer entertaining or fun while jibing the motley dems, but instead a boring, redundant slab of tissue-thin protoplasm in full self-delusion.

Any American with a lick of sense, even a remorseful Republican, was bone-weary of him and his entourage of mean-looking, mean-spirited, racist name-calling sycophants. Suddenly the MAGA world of salivating adorers became an overnight joke as the country seemed to finally awaken from a tortured stupor.

All the pundits are talking about the GOP downfall as gas prices, grocery prices, corruption, the war, and yes, but the real overwhelming miasma was the unhinged cruelty, the reveling and gloating in revenge politics, the sheer ugliness of a national indecency where immigrants were treated by gulag storm-troopers like vermin with no rights in America, as if just being who they were and how they looked made them deserving of abuse and humiliation.

Is this who we are? Is this how we want the rest of the world to view us? America first? And by that I mean a new American philosophy where we, as a people and as individuals, come first, and to hell with everybody else?

Including friends and allies. Have any of you Maga souls listened to Talarico in Texas? He talks of kindness and love and sharing and working together. Somehow he is magnetic. Not in the charismatic style of orators like JFK, Clinton and Obama.

No, he possesses a quiet elegance not one bit affected, as if he is actually talking to you and looking you in the eye. And cares. Without feathering his own bed.

He is religious without the clout of avenging nationalism. He looks like your high school history or English teacher, unlike Ken Paxton, who, like the other defeated senate GOP nominee Mike Rogers, looks like that cop in every detective movie who’s looking to beat somebody up just for the hell of it—all while on the take.

This drubbing of the Maga world and its corrosive and vicious leader was about common decency. It was a regaining of our compassion. Our humanity.

Over half of a people feeling bullied and submerged in a helpless, hopeless quicksand we feared we’d never escape and which engulfed us in a feeling of utter devastation at losing our beloved country to Gestapo poltroons and tin soldier military martinets.

Now there is a fighting spirit. Maga now feels vulnerable. Poor Maga. I wish I had some pity for your complete demolition.

But, last night, as I watched the CNN dudes and broads having a difficult time from beaming after the dems won the South Carolina senate, I rose and shook a fist and celebrated like Kobe Bryant just hit the game winning basket in a  Laker playoff game.

I found myself repeating this joyous gesture over and over again.

When the rout was on and the trolls were falling right and left, I turned on Fox News for an hour and rejoiced over the long faces and excuses and defending of Trump and predictions how the dems would now really fuck things.

When it became apparent a black woman was governor of Georgia and a black man might be senator from Mississippi, and a Muslim man a senator from Michigan,I poured myself a vodka, raised it in celebration, and shouted, “In your face, Maga!”