Damn. It’s a New Year. And thanks to Carson Daly I know it’s a new decade.
I spent the birth of the current century in Gettysburg drinking a toast to the Queen. I wish I’d known better.
The last time I remember a change of decade I was celebrating the end of “my decade,” the 80s. Only to find out later that the really formative decade in my life was the 90s.
What a shitty time to use as your formative decade.
And now it’s the “teens.” Again. With our youth-oriented culture, how insufferable do you expect this decade to be?
Can’t be worse than what we’ve been through. And there’s always the hope that we’ll actually line extra-Constitutional traitors up against the wall and execute them. I’m looking at you, Speaker Pelosi. Aw, hell. I’m looking at the entire Congress. And the Executive Branch. And more than half of the Judicial.
Fuck it. Let’s just shoot everybody in the Federal Government and call it a day. OK?
Happy New Year.