As an admiring neighbour, I slid blithely through the primaries and the campaign calmly soothing my wife's anxieties about Mr. Trump. Like so many, I was convinced that he would not win. More precisely, I was convinced that he and all that he stood for, exhibited, would be revulsively repelled by the vast majority of all the US in all your States, okay most.  The difficulty in being wrong is exacerbated by acknowledging that what was lost included most of what you thought was "good".  It's as if Narnia has fallen.
To me, it is not only sad but frightening. The popular vote means something, yes, but not to people like Mr Trump and his kind.  By "kind" I don't mean all or even most who voted for him, but rather a personality type who fully commit to an ideolgy that brooks no alternative, excludes all others, and who sees success as winner takes all and is bent on shaming competition in the process of eliminating them. 
How respect the Office when its holder does not and merits none?