2020 the year of the manure pile…

Sandy, I love you. I lost my wonderful buddy of thirteen and a half years in 2020,

It’s time for you to go! Leave! Vamoose! Get your ass out of here! Anyone else feel this way about 2020? The Chinese have a tradition where they name years, like the year of the Dragon. I can come up with some names that tell the way I view the cesspool in time, 2020 has been. I hate to sound bitter. Sorry, I am.
The year I lost my Sandy…self explanatory.
The year of the damned mask…I hate them, I wear them, I can’t wait for an official government mask burning. It’s something that some local mayors and governors might get right. They evidently like watching things burn.
The year of the cancel vulture culture…Talk about some manure spread thickly! If you paint stripes on an elephant and call it a tiger…it still ain’t a tiger. Censorship smells no matter what you call it, no matter how you justify it, no matter how much totalitarian garbage you try thrusting down the public’s throats.
The year of journalism’s last gasp. In future years they’ll discuss how the media became a joke that wasn’t one bit funny. Worthless! Well…Not completely, newspapers and magazines can be sliced up, placed on a roll in the bathroom, and serve some purpose.
The year of the filthy politicians. Talk about a hypocritical, despicable group of human garbage. They believe they should be able to tell everyone how, when, where, and what to do. ONLY THING, THEY WOULDN’T BE FOUND DEAD OBSERVING THEIR OWN DICTATES!
The year of the Chinese Crud. That’s where it came from. Wuhan. The lab. It has gone a long way to destroying a large part of the world’s economy, social structure, and human happiness. Don’t think so? Ask the people who closed their businesses, canceled their conferences, lost their love ones. But the globalists say that’s fine, move on. Don’t think so. A sobering question…why did those scientists develop such a selective killer. Hmmmm?
The year of social division. The college elitists and politicians have done a great job this year. One half the population hates the other. Tell me how sponsoring violent riots and terrorist assaults endears one segment to the other one watching on TV? Certainly makes one side likely to invite the other over for dinner after watching an identifiable group burn peoples property, steal and loot, and inflict injury and death. That’s making friends and influencing people.
So, 2020 go away! I’m looking forward to 2021. Thanks to the rapid vaccine development, the central problem Covid-19, that allowed many of the other problems to fester, will die as the disease fades into history. The politicians will have their own hell. They’ll have to make good on their promises. Maybe they’ll get stoned to death, but that’s too much to hope for. We’ll be able to burn the masks, shake hands, hell we might even be able to kiss someone. The people who want everyone to think and talk the same, and try to force the issue, will learn it isn’t happening in this country. Those who want fundamental change at the cost of our freedoms will have to find it in another place. Sitcoms will replace the current ones called news programs…we’ll be able to laugh at something that’s funny, not pathetic. The answer to the financial problem? Simply deduct all the costs of the pandemic from our debt to the Chinese government. Bill them for any overage. The social division…2021 won’t heal it, but the process of finding the way back will begin. The last year has set the cause of true equality back twenty. Race was used as a lever to try to install radical political change. When those that were used discover the truth, there will be a costly debt to be paid by the users.
I’m hopeful the residue of the pile of manure we just endured will grow a crop of promise for the coming year. Sorry, about the soap box. There are just sometimes you have to stand on one.
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