We’ve had a string of shitty years that I’ve been happy to say goodbye to lately, and 2018 is certainly no exception. It may have been the worst of the bunch. Hard to say, really. If consider 2016 to be the year we went off the edge of the cliff, then 2018 is hopefully the year we finally hit bottom and hopefully 2019 will be the year we start climbing back up again. But I don’t know. With every new revelation I keep hearing how “Trump is done now!” But there he sits around the White House (and when he sits around the White House…), tweeting stupid shit and outright lies, appointing judges, and just plain fucking up everything. The “Sadim” Touch, as they say – everything he touches turns to shit.
Not that he could do it all by himself, of course. He’s had the House, the Senate, and the entire Republican Party enabling him. Not to mention some 35-40% of We The People for whom he can do no wrong. And I still find it difficult to understand (let alone forgive) anybody who thought that Clinton was so terrible that they’d show everybody and help Trump get elected. They sure showed us! I think the effect that the likes of people such as Susan Sarandon had on throwing the election to Trump are a bit overstated, but still.
I just hope whoever the Democrats nominate in 2020 doesn’t get the same treatment (from either direction).
But hopefully we can put off the next campaign for a while and settle in for some prime investigatin’ for a year or two. Much as I’d like to see Fat Bastard out on his ass (on his way to prison, along with the rest of his family), I really don’t want a President Pence to hold office for very long (if at all). The best that could happen (IMHO) would be if Barbie (and her hubbie), Uday, and Qusay Trump all go to prison after their attorneys bleed them dry while Daddy is hamstrung by investigations making it impossible for him to do any more damage to the world while the House investigations make it clear to even Senate Republicans that the fucker has to go.
I have my doubts but, hey, if you can’t dream on New Year’s Eve, then when can you?
Since I was up before three this morning (which is more or less normal now that I keep old man hours), I really doubt I’ll be seeing midnight. Plus sitting around not drinking isn’t much of a thrill. And I’m so out of practice, a few beers would put me down pretty darn quick. But whatever it is you do tonight, have fun, stay safe, and watch out for the assholes out there who ruin things for everybody.
See ya next year.
2018, SHOO!
Happy New Year, Y’all!
Sadly, we no longer have a President. What we have is the equivalent of a mouse caught in a trap, not quite dead – thrashing and flopping around, making lots of noise, knocking things over, damaging everything around it while shitting and pissing all over the place.
Republicans are too cowardly to do what needs to be done and clean this mess up, but they won’t let anybody else do it either.
You kinda feel sorry for the mouse, but when you see the mess it’s made and the damage it’s done, all you want is for the damn thing to be gone.
I guess turtles don’t eat mice.