If you hired Trump to take us back to a day when there were plenty of factory jobs that paid union wages and Rowe hadn’t opposed Wade, you’re probably in for a shock. There is no time machine that can hold 350 million of us and no wall that can keep the world out.

At 2:51am Wednesday morning, Donald Trump announced, when it appeared he’d been elected president, that it was time for our country to “unify.”

After nearly 18 months of dividing us with insults, accusations, criticism, denial and threats, the president elect called for all Americans to come together. Imagine what that sounded like to so many POW’s, Muslims, women, Mexican immigrants, Clinton supporters, authentic public servants, the LBGT communities, African Americans and a hoard of millennials. “It’s time for you to unite with the minority group that voted me into office.”

Aside from Cubs fans, our diverse country hasn’t been united since 9-11.

From that first Republican candidate debate, Trump showed himself as a master divider, verbally drawing and quartering his opponents like a veteran heckler at a stand-up comedy club. Looking back, division was the secret sauce to his campaign. So now, upon what premise are we supposed to unite? The wall, the disposal of healthcare, the art of tax dodging, the promised lowering of emissions standards, locker room talk or that our sitting president isn’t an American born citizen?

Trump, calling the victory “beautiful,” reached for the light switch of unity and healing across America like a butcher grabbing for a damp towel to clean his chopping block.

Since he’s yet to impose law on us, I don’t feel hatred for the president elect. I’m disappointed, repulsed and surprised days later, but he’s always played this way: a bickering, undermining, insulting, self promoting, off script character who models the delusion of grandeur.

Moreover, I’m shocked by the women and minorities who voted for him and I’m infuriated by the 46.9% of eligible Americans who didn’t show up. Unity might have started at the polls. I could handle this outcome better if I knew the vast majority of the country agreed on Trump. In the end, it wasn’t a majority, but rather, the technicality of the electoral, for the second time in five presidential elections.

The process of unifying people is not a deal, despite how fast Paul Ryan walked back on Wednesday, but an art. It takes self-less leadership, considerable effort and consistency. A “unifier” earns the title over a period measured by how one meets challenge. President Obama unified us in the throes of recession and calamity. Check the approval numbers this week.

If you hated her more than you did him, after all we heard from both, may your bitterness be dissipated by Trump’s victory and leavened with the prospect of HUGE obstacles ahead for all. Voters seemed to get a generation of frustration off their backs while disrupting the political system and making sure things are going to be different.

Only, the swamp restocking appears to include a couple of guys that failed in previous bids for the oval office and a journeyman as despised as the Clintons. Rudy Giuliani is radiant and defiant. Chris Christie looks even bigger out from the shadow of the bridge, even though he might still be indicted. Newt Gingrich is impossibly reborn and the Republican Party, on life support all year, claims to having earned a “mandate.” Is this fresh blood you envisioned?

If you hired Trump to take us back to a day when there were plenty of factory jobs that paid union wages and Rowe hadn’t opposed Wade, you’re probably in for a shock. There is no time machine that can hold 350 million of us and no wall that can keep the world out.

There IS one thing that could unite us. Truth. Identifying the truth, repeating it regularly, honoring it when creating solutions. That would heal us.

Create a secretary of truth.

I can unify with verity, the lasso of Wonder Woman around the biggest problems and our “leaders.”

That would be huge.

#I’mwithtruth.