In times such as we face, we do well to heed the advice of our forebears. J.R.R. Tolkien was not just some writer, he was a man who well understood the need for hope. With apologies to the master:
You may not want to be in a battle and find waiting on the edge of one that can't be escaped even worse. As with Frodo and Sam, America doesn't have much hope. Just a fool's hope. Her enemies are ready. His full strength gathered. Not only feminists but ensqualmated men as well. Legions of non-citizens from the south, mercenaries from the cities. All will answer Mordor on the Potomac's call.
Whatever the results of tomorrow, it won't end this way. The journey doesn't end here. This is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of these dark times roll back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it. White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.
Laugh or cry, tomorrow's decision represents one victory or loss in the greater fight for civilization against the rampaging horde of orcs. That far green country under a swift sunrise may be one step closer tomorrow. It may be pushed back another generation or two, but it's there.
At the end of the day. At the end of the fight. It's there.
And we will get there one day.
Even if we have to suffer a few more sling and arrows along the way.
So go out, do your part to push back the darkness tomorrow, and take heart.
At the end of the fight, there's a far green country waiting for you.
And that isn't so bad.