A year of births and deaths, freedom and oppression, gain and loss. Pretty typical.
And also in a typical manner, this writer will eat a bunch of s*** that he should not eat, drink a whole bunch of s*** that he really shouldn’t drink, and play some cards that no politically correct person should play.(Hint: “a bigger, bl***** d***”).
And be mostly grateful for still being mostly alive.
All of which is a lot like our country:
operating on junk, and putting out questionable results. But still limping along somehow. Another year.
And here comes another one. Hang on, Cranky Nation.
Mr. Blunt and Cranky