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And the winner of the 2016 U.S. Presidential election, as reported by the major mainstream media outlets is Donald Trump. It has also been reported that Hillary Clinton called President-elect Donald Trump to concede.
Electoral vote count (so far): 279 for Donald Trump, 218 for Hillary Clinton. 270 electoral votes are needed to win.
Popular vote: 57,227,164 votes (48.0%) for Donald Trump, 56,279,305 votes (47.2%) for Hillary Clinton. Update: Now it is closer to 59,085,795 votes (47.5%) for Donald Trump and 59,236,903 votes (47.6%) for Hillary Clinton.
Yell, scream, gnash teeth... but please keep it civil.
Results at CNN, NYT, FiveThirtyEight, Wikipedia.
takyon: Republicans have retained control of the House and Senate.
Here's some market news:
Dow futures plunge nearly 750 points as investors warily eye electoral map
Asian markets plummet on likelihood of Trump victory
Bitcoin price soars as Trump pulls ahead
Opinion: How to profit from a Donald Trump victory
Ballot measure results will be covered in an upcoming story. Some initial results can be found at Ballotpedia and CNN.
[TMB Note: Stop breaking stuff, cmn32480]
(Score: 3, Informative) by Phoenix666 on Thursday November 10 2016, @04:14PM
My accounts are congruent, and they are true. Here's 3rd party substantiation of Chris Ruddy's association with Bill Clinton and the Clinton Foundation [judicialwatch.org]. Here is the same for the ties between Rupert Murdoch and the Clintons [wsj.com].
The rubes (us) are led to believe that the Democratic Party and Republican Party are mortal enemies, that the Clintons are permanently at war with the "vast right-wing conspiracy," but that's all a facade. They are all in bed with each other, and the only real factions are those based on ego; there are no ideological camps, only positions of convenience. There is no "Red Team vs. Blue Team," there is only, "1% vs. 99%," to borrow the Occupy language for the sake of convenience. I repeat it every time politics come up on SN because everyone needs to understand that.
The thing that's funny to hear is that some think I'm telling a tall tale, because you know in your heart that what I am saying is real. Trump won because people were voting against the very thing I'm describing, the comprehensive web of corruption that is strangling our country and in which the Clintons are inextricably enmeshed. And what I will say is that the moment after you've pinched yourself in one of those meetings and you know that you're not imagining it, that people really are that corrupt, any "tall tale" impression you might have had before going in vanishes because what you're witnessing is so banal, so crude, so tedious, so unimaginative.
And they're completely unselfconscious about it because it is their daily practice. They don't even think twice about how what they're doing would appall regular Americans. When you walk into a meeting with Rachel Ray, who kisses you on both cheeks and perches behind her tiny antique desk, and you're thinking "Wow that's a weird, random direction I was not expecting my day to take this morning at breakfast when I kissed my wife and baby goodbye," and then her team starts laying out a vision of a scheme where everyone can "wet their beak," it dawns on you that you've stumbled into a parallel universe that's parasitically attached to ours.
When you participate in conference calls with Jesse Dylan, Bob Dylan's son, who's a film maker and documentarian, working out the details of a flattering biopic of the Clintons that all parties can profit from, you realize anew how deep the rabbit hole goes. By the time you're sitting at a gala where Eric Clapton is performing "Cocaine" live 5 feet in front of you as a personal favor to the Clintons, with Bon Jovi as the follow-up act, the vastness of the conspiracy yawns before you.
After that, seeing the list of donors in hard copy, where they live and how much they give, and the list of the Friends of Bill, broken out in tiers of people who merit his personal attention and those who merely get "autopenned" with a piece of fake correspondence, and the piles of boodle sent from everyone from a tea magnate in Indonesia to a purveyor of fine leather goods, sent to curry favor, well, it's just a formality, really. I've seen the hidden vault in the basement of the Clinton Presidential Library in Little Rock, and the cheezy opulence of solid gold statues of racehorses from the king of Saudi Arabia is only exceeded by the hilarity of the protrait of Bill and Hillary that had been done by some notable's nephew, who had rendered them to look like they had Down's (to this day I kick myself that I didn't take a picture of that). I mean, you see Bill Clinton's personal office, and it's not filled with pictures of his wife and kid, the drawing Chelsea did when she was 5, and the kind of stuff that any normal human would have. You see row after row of trophies and prizes with his name, gifted to him by organizations that had reason to kiss his ass.
And that's what they do it for, guys. All that cheesy, glitzy stuff that would make the Gottis blush, all the hollow, fawning awards, the numbers in the bank statements, people bowing and scraping around them clicking madly away on their Blackberries and calling them "Sir!" and "Ma'am!", that's what they shiv the rest of us to get. They start wars and kill tens of thousands of innocent people so that some potentate's nephew will present a gold-framed portrait of them with Down's Syndrome.
Washington DC delenda est.