As I headed home from my long day working the polls Tuesday, awaiting the results of this historic midterm election, I was as one with the song on the radio: I could feel it coming in the air that night ... I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life. And then the results hit as loudly as that legendary drum fill.

It’s appropriate because in the months and then the weeks leading up to the election, I actually thought of a musical cue more appropriate to the emotions of the MAGA/Trumper crowd as they felt the proverbial leopards making a further meal of their faces every time they pumped gas or bought beef:

You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out.
Now you don’t talk so loud,

Now you don’t seem so proud,
About having to be scrounging your next meal.

It’s a testament to the genius of our onetime fellow Hudson Valley resident and now-Nobel laureate that he so many years ago, in one of our most classically American songs, so perfectly anticipated President Donald Trump and the way he and his family manipulate and grift those who naively would place whatever hope they had left in him:

You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.

Ain’t it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

So, MAGA, “how does it feel? To be on your own, with no direction home?” Hmm?

Because it’s only going to get worse for the unseeing and unrepetant as the fog clears in the light of the day dawned anew and we see who the sheep and the goats really are. There is coming the time of reckoning for you and your short-fingered Queens-born vulgarian who leads only because you took the mark and followed him. And again this was foretold in another song we’ve all heard: “Bow down before the ones you serve / You’re going to get what you deserve”.

Learn to cry. Like a baby.

And the hurting will be gone.