As long as the tools of democracy remain intact, writes Max McCoy, we have a chance of coming back from this outrage to democracy. (Max McCoy/Kansas Reflector) Since Nov. 5 I’ve been feeling like old Doremus Jessup after the election of Buzz Windrip, nursing his wounds in a study cluttered with books and the artifacts of a life of curiosity, including arrowheads and a microscope.