He’s not in office yet, but I am already tired of seeing and hearing Donald J. Trump, the slayer of two American political dynasties — the Bush and Clinton families.

Actually, I tuned him and his supporters out a long time ago, or tried to do so. I live in Ukraine, so I am able to avoid him more easily than Americans living in America.

I did not see this coming, so I guess I am one of the out-of-touch elite in my home country. Although as a working-class Midwesterner, I’ve never been part of the elite in the United States, by upbringing, education or wealth.

But I accept the result — I am certain that he won honestly, that the vote wasn’t rigged and that the will of my fellow citizens triumphed.

I just don’t like the result.

I was — and am — simply against Trump. I don’t think he’s intelligent. I don’t think he’s a business genius. I don’t think he understands the world. I don’t like the way he talks about women, blacks, Latinos, Muslims and many other people. I don’t like his love of dictators and hostility to free speech.

I think he will go down in American history as the worst president we’ve ever had. I expect his presidency to end in impeachment, even with a Republican-controlled Congress, or perhaps a revolution. I think voters should have punished him at the polls for many reasons, not least of which was his refusal to release his tax returns and his pro-Kremlin positions.

His election will only embolden Russian dictator Vladimir Putin, not restrain him. And this will be very bad for Ukraine since I think Trump is more likely to share Putin’s view that Ukraine should be part of Russia.

I worry about the U.S. Supreme Court, the future of Social Security, the future of globalization and, above all, the prospect of a catastrophic world war with a thin-skinned demagogue at the helm of the United States.

But, all along, I’ve been in denial about the Trump phenomenon. It’s similar to the denial that I have had with terminally ill relatives — I don’t want to believe they are going to die, so I pretend they will get well. Then, when the inevitable happens, I am shocked and grief-stricken.

I tuned out what his supporters had to say, even among my relatives. I defriended Trump supporters on Facebook. I assured my foreign friends that America would never elect Trump — that my country doesn’t have enough white, uneducated racists to elect this pig to the White House.

And in the process, I became estranged from the majority sentiment of America. I read the New York Times, the Washington Post and all the other liberal, mainstream newspapers, so assumed that the majority of people favored Hillary Clinton like I did. I also wanted America to break the gender barrier with her election the same way we broke the racial barrier with U.S. President Barack Obama.

I had moments of doubt — including when I read that Hillary Clinton was campaigning in Michigan, what should have been a reliably Democratic state, right up to the end. But I brushed that aside too.

I don’t feel bad about being a journalist who took an open, early and public stand for Clinton. I honestly felt it was my civic duty. But I do regret dropping my training and skepticism as a journalist who looks at all sides of the issue.

Had I listened to the other side, I would have come to understand how deeply disgusted people were with the prospect of another Clinton in the White House. I would have better understood the anger and disengagement of the majority of Americans with their lives.

But my response will remain the opposite of Trump’s nativism, sexism and racism.

I, too, saw how artificial and scripted Hillary had become and was bothered by how unprincipled the Clintons had become in raising millions of dollars from unsavory people around the globe.

But I also believed, genuinely, that she would have been a great president, who, once reaching the pinnacle of power, would have made the right decisions for the nation. I felt that she would have protected the economy, my pension, labor unions and human rights. I felt that she would have stood up to Putin and supported Ukraine, even more strongly than  Obama.

But there’s no chance now. The Clinton and Bush dynasties are history in America — both destroyed by Trump, who beat Jeb Bush in the Republican Party primary and Hillary Clinton in the general election. Maybe that’s a good thing.

I still believe in Franklin Delano Roosevelt-style liberalism and was attracted by many aspects of the economic social justice message of Bernie Sanders, who Clinton defeated for the Democratic Party nomination. But I also felt he lacked the foreign policy experience of Clinton.

America needs to undergo a deep soul-searching about everything from its political system to economic issues and its place in the world.

I hope the two-party system that we have now evolves into a multi-party system that gets big money out of politics, introduces public campaign financing and forces two-round elections to give voters wider options.

I hope America can come out of this debacle more strongly. No matter what, however, I will never abandon my belief in equality of opportunity, in social fairness and in America’s leadership role in making this a better world.

It’s just that right now, I feel more out of touch with my own country than at any other time in my life.