TRUMPOCALYPSE: Our Aussie Reporter Is In NYC & The Whole City Is Mourning

You wouldn’t know it by looking at it, but there were people inside that building voting to elect the new Leader of the Free World earlier today.
I went to three polling stations in Brooklyn and they were all the same: disparate, largely deserted, and barely identifiable. 
There were no campaigners outside (US federal law prohibits “electioneering” within 100 feet of polling places). Also, they’re reasonably difficult to find, if you weren’t specifically looking for the location, you’d easily walk past them without blinking. For registered voters, you have to go to the station specifically assigned to you, making tracking them down a shithouse exercise in lying to a US Government website multiple times. That’s right folks, your boy is a badass.
But the thing that’s jarred me the most is how empty they all were. You could probably get in and out in under 5 minutes. I heard people talk of lines earlier in the day, but they’d all died off dramatically by the time I got there.
Brooklyn, particularly the part of the borough I was in, is 100% Hillary territory. There are still pavement stencils of her face all over the shop. And the vast majority of people I’ve seen sporting “I Voted” stickers today have been young women and young black men. If many of those people put down a mark for DJT I will eat an entire Lids worth of hats.
But now, it’s different. Brooklyn, which declared for Hillary hours ago, is a complete ghost town.
With multiple media agencies including CNN calling it 244-209 for Trump, the streets are not so much their usual bustling hub of activity as they are a parade of shell shocked citizens; all heads down, all in disbelief. The mood here in the heart of the borough is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. It’s not the celebration they were expecting 18 hours ago.
It’s a wake. 
In the last 20 minutes I’ve seen people burrowing their faces into their palms; people shaking their heads expecting to wake up from some sort of horrible dream. People openly weeping. And that covers only the patrons of this tiny bar in Greenpoint that I’ve been posted up in. America might be voting in its new leader, but as far as New York goes, it’s an historic disaster.
Watching coverage on TV now and even Times Square appears to be thinning out. I can hear random screams from people out on the street. And I can tell you, the mood here shifted dramatically overnight. Yesterday, pretty normal. 
Today, it was like everyone was bracing for this to happen.

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