2016 really became the most bizarre year in recent memory, especially during the second half. Was it something that got sprayed into the air that said, “Go act crazy now, ya’ hear?” – and they did? “They” meaning all of those who have drunk the koolaid and are expecting miracles. Ever hear of Jim Jones and Guyana? Hmmm. Now this is again, “The Madness of Crowds – Extraordinary Popular Delusions”. So, in 19 days, or thereabouts, the shit-show begins. Yes, I can still say that. I can curse if I want to, I have earned it.
Hunter S. Thompson! We miss you! No telling what you would be saying about all of this. Something fearsome hilarious, no doubt. I cannot imagine. I would think that the book would be a NYT Best Seller in a heartbeat. We are buckling our seat belts for a wild ride, no doubt.
Right now, though, just worried about the hacking and sputtering wink-wink. So much ado and so much to worry about, it is one of those times that just keeps going on and on and on and on and on… and on.
So, break out the Champagne or your favorite bubbly. What the heck? Why not? Go read Revelations for some cheery late night reading – or any other apocalyptic ancient script – pick one, they all basically point to the same thing – end times with someone coming to help us out of the situation. I’m subscribing to one, others subscribing to others… that’s the way the world has ALWAYS worked, right?
In the meantime, I’m headed to the treadmill for some escape binge watching… Luckily, we did not see any clowns the weekend, but plenty of wannabees. God loves them just the same.
Welcome to 2017. Really. This pie’s for you!
