We have three and a half months left in 2020, but I am already looking forward to New Years Eve to put this miserable year in its coffin — nail it shut, push it into a fire, watch it burn — ensuring it doesn’t escape the cleansing flames — rake up the ashes, bury them in unhallowed ground, and piss on its grave.
I am reminded of Dickens:
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
I am left with the indelible marks of the following:
1. A clear recognition of the evil that is Communist China and the total cockup we have made of welcoming these bastards into the company of civilized nations.
2. The pandemic whose name I shall refuse to say and the Chicken Little response to it we embraced.
3. The pandemic’s economic wreckage wrought upon what was the strongest economy in the history of the United States. [One small comfort I take is that our economy will roar again.]
4. The undeserved and horrific impact on critical industries such as the restaurant, hospitality, air travel businesses as well as the good people employed therein, plus the attendant strife and mental impact on our people.
5. The false gods of cop violence on black men and the resulting violence in our streets attributable to BLM, Antifa, and the far right.
6. The political chaos in our capital and the politicization of everything, the defunding of law and order by morons who are not capable of running a fruit stand with three kinds of fruit.
Do not even contemplate adding vegetables.
7. The lack of genuine concern for the people by both political parties while real suffering is endured as the politicians pretend they care about us while vacationing and eating expensive ice cream, flaunting the laws they pass to control the peasants.
8. The outright abandonment of the truth by the media and the punditry. [I have that on the authority of four anonymous sources.]
9. The epidemic of gun violence in our major cities while Mayors lecture us. Do your damn jobs.
10. The inability of the leadership of our major cities to stem months of violence in the streets.
We are still left with the election, the assurance that half of America will be unhappy, the certainty of even more violence in our streets regardless of the results of the election.
For this reason, I will be glad to see 2020 — the end of the decade, not the beginning — in her coffin with her throat slashed, her heart stopped, bled out, beginning to decompose, and stinking.
Could just be me.
But, hey, what the Hell do I really know anyway? I’m just a Big Red Car. Be well, amigos.