Remember the Reagan campaign slogan -- "It's morning in America?"
Well now it's 2 AM in America, and the bar is closing. There's a very loud, very angry drunk insisting he's going to drive home, while we're trying to get his car keys. "It's my car, goddamit!" he bellows. "I bought it, I paid for it, and I'm gonna drive it!" He's not drunk, no way. He's tough enough to handle his liqour.
He's got a point. It is his car -- his name is on the registration. We can accept that and hope he gets home alright. Or we can hope that he if he doesn't get home, he plows into a tree or a telephone pole and only kills himself. We certainly hope he doesn't hit somebody else head on.
But we know better. We know in his current state, it's not safe to let him drive. We know no matter how angrily he yells or threatens, that we have to take those car keys. We know that it is our responsibility as human beings.
It's 2 AM in America. And for the next four years we have to keep the car keys away from the drunk.