Just about at the end. Of the year, but possibly, of us as well. I’ve lived through times with a lot of things that were appalling, like the Viet Nam war, riots, 9/11, Ronald Reagan, George Bush the Idiot, but I don’t remember ever being faced with the devastation that is being brought about by electing a fascist to the most powerful position in the world. A moronic fascist. A narciscisstic man-child spoiled brat, frat-boy mentality fascist. (Not that he ever was a frat-boy, was he? Does he actually have more than a third-grade education?) A person who has set out to destroy every bit of progress we have made over the past decades. A person who is leading us back not only to Nazi-ism, but to the Dark Ages. This was a year of devastating blows, people I admire dying, the resurgence of everything bad about humanity, Brexit, the realization that a good portion of my fellow citizens are hate-filled, undereducated cretins who lack the ability to think for themselves and just believe everything Fox News tells them. I am struggling to be hopeful for the future. I am trying to think ahead to how I will survive without the programs I depend on that are looking to be eliminated when orange gas-bag man gets into office. Be prepared to the best of my ability is my new motto. The best of my ability is not very good, either, since I am in constant pain and spending most of my time on the couch sleeping, reading, or watching Netflix. Happy New Year, world. I can’t even come up with one thing to laugh about right now. I will work on that.
I don’t do resolutions, but my goal is to try to go outside every day that pain and fatigue allows the whole getting dressed, getting presentable, and not having to go back to bed from the exertion. We’ll see how that goes. I hate to post when I am feeling so negative, but it helps me to write things down and send them out there. Sorry about that, readers. I hope you are all well and happy and have a fantastic 2017.