Supposed to be fun, right? The worst, the best, the funniest, the most whatever.
But it’s been a horrifying year. And the new one will be worse.
2014 is going to be a kind of American Apocalypse. One that as a nation we must deserve because we voted for it. But cruel and terrible nonetheless.
So I won’t offer silliness. Just five year-end summaries instead.
(Wouldn’t have exposed you to this. But the degree of tone deafness, moral blindness, and sheer smirk are all proof of a fundamental tenet of mine. Women are not morally superior to men. They can’t be trusted to serve a purpose beyond narrow self interest any more than anyone else. Why Christianity has its rules.)
My wife used a phrase on me earlier today: “Too funny.” I replied, “Sort of funny.”
Where we are. The New Year won’t be funny at all. It’s going to be catastrophic, no matter how divine Hillary is and no matter how sensible and guarded the Republican Establishment is. It’s time to take a crowbar to the whole rotten pile of graft, insider trading, and the presumptions of the political class.
Just my private opinion, of course.
Why it remains so private. And why, no doubt, even the New Media are already handicapping the 2016 presidential race as if nothing is on the line more serious than who gets the Senate and who gets the presidency. Politics as usual.
While the nation dies. But if you’re a progressive, that’s no biggie.