Our friend Ralph, who worked hard on the campaign and its ground game in Ohio, thought they had done a terrible job. He went to bed at 9pm, thinking Trump had lost. He woke up the next morning in a foul mood and drove off to work. He called Joe, his political consultant buddy in Columbus to commiserate.

Ralph: “I’m sick to death of this. Every damn election cycle, same damn thing”.
Joe: “Trump won. He won”.
Ralph: “You work your butt off and you end up with another loss”.
Joe: “He won, he won”.
Ralph: “I can’t take it anym…. Huh??? Wha… He Won???”