2009 is on life support. Nearly kaput. There's even a whiff of decay in the air. (Unless that's just my dog passing a silent comment regarding the Christmas turkey.)
There have been worse years, of course. And much worse places to have lived through them. Pick a year. Pick a country. Ask your grandparents. Read some history and count your blessings.
So, for all its failings (like not killing off all the bad people but stuffing countless tons of good ones down its maw), 2009 was not too bad. Just business as usual. Because years aren't good or bad. Those words only apply to people. (Of course, weather can be bad -- just ask the folks in the U.S. midwest. And tainted meat ain't no joy. Likewise viruses and skunky beer. And killer fucking diseases. And inanimate objects that resemble, in every significant way, Stephen Harper and Sarah Palin. Then there's head lice, projectile vomiting, and as Stephen Colbert will tell you, bears. Still, we're simply talking about a passage of time. A year in the life. Jeebus, get a grip.)
So here's hoping for a banner year in 2010. May your meat be untainted, your immune system strong (and if you drop by my school, please bring rubber gloves, lye soap, paper towels and full body armor.)
Have a good one, kids.
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