hurdles of the macro depression

So the Republican National Convention is finally over, and for me there is a kind of relief akin to having the killer revealed in a murder mystery. The id of that portion of the electorate that wants chaos and oppression has bubbled to the surface and revealed itself as stronger, harder, sharper than ever before. I watch them and I feel deep pessimism for the future. And I feel a personal hopelessness as a result. I want to head for the hills and hide away from humanity; my old reliable bugaboos. Hopefully the Democratic convention next week will infuse me with a little hope and let me back away from the edge, and sleep a little better.