Hopey Dopey and McFear

With a few days off from work last week, I went downtown to the courthouse and voted I have mixed feelings about it all. I still consider 'my candidate' the best woman for the job. America thought differently and I've had to get over it. So like a freed slave after smelling a whiff of freedom, I limped back to the plantation and fell dutifully in line behind the Democratic nominee.
I'm hoping for the best and fearing the worse. Hopey will meet Dopey and McFear in November and the mushroom cloud will descend after the ballots have been counted. The fallout? A nation divided. Who really wins?