Can We Please Have Less Political Art Now?

As dawn breaks on a nation still processing the election results, let us recall how it felt to wake up in America on the morning of Nov. 9, 2016 — that is, assuming you slept at all the previous night. (I didn’t.) For me and other left-leaning people, the weeks following Donald Trump’s first White House win were like an endless series of meals at the Bad Feelings Buffet. Shock gave way to outrage, outrage to denial. Surely this had all been a terrible mistake, one that would be corrected by the prophesied arrival of a savior named Robert Mueller bearing a sacred scroll known as “the pee tape” — or so we told ourselves until the denial curdled into despair. Trump really had been elected president; there really was nothing to be done.