Ho hum New Years January 1, 2024
Rain, not snow, decorated my window when I woke up to a new
year.
I didn’t bother to wait until midnight to see the old
ushered out, but woke a few minutes afterwards when the fire works started
going off in our neighborhood.
This isn’t like Ground Hog Day where we can make predictions
about the length of winter from the first day’s forecast, although people are
already mumbling about the lack of snow, and how it must be climate change.
A massive earthquake rocked the main island of Japan
overnight. For all the conspiracies we get from climate change nuts, they seem
to pay little or no attention to the fact that the earth’s core has ceased to
rotate and that we are seeing unprecedented volcanic activity around the world,
Iceland being the latest in the series.
This is not to mention the sun’s strange behavior, massive
holes appearing its surface and huge plumes that threaten our internet.
We hear a bit about the asteroid that is plunging towards
us, but since that can’t be attributed to how often I use my car, the nut cases
pay it no mind.
Pauly would be having a field day with all of this, even if
he was as much a fruit cake as the rest of the climate change crowd.
He, at least, would pay attention to these other things and
possibly explain on some level why they are happening and how they might bode
for the future.
Meanwhile, Biden keeps on banning appliances and light
bulbs, as if these things will save the earth from what the asteroid hits.
He is either too senile to notice or just can’t see a way he
can make a profit off the disaster the way he and the Democrats did COVID.
It is difficult to tell what will be the next major
disaster, although with 2024 an election year, we can expect the Democrats to
come up with something if they can’t keep Trump off the ballot.
Meantime, I’m more concerned with getting over a lingering
cold – noticing the panic rising among many people at the supermarket who have
re-garbed themselves with face masks as the CDC stokes their fear with news of
a new variant, neglecting to point out that this variant is far less severe
than the original or that nearly half the people who died from the original
variant were at death’s doorstep already and just happened to contract the
virus in their waning days.
No, I have not made any resolutions. I never keep them when
I do. I just want to make sure that I survive to celebrate the next new year
when 2025 comes around, and subsequent years. Sometimes, all you can hope for
is putting one foot in front of the other and hoping you don’t stumble
somewhere along the way.
The idiot pro-Palestinian protestors tried to interfere with
the ball dropping in Times Square last night, but were repelled, partly because
they neglected to notice just how locked down the site was in the first place,
in anticipation of a potential terrorist attack.
These idiots keep popping up like a whack a mole game. When
you bang them down one place, they inevitably pop up somewhere else, looking
and sounding as silly as they did when you whacked them in the first place.
All that said, the new year will likely be more about the
election than about anything else, barring the Democrats need to reinvent the
virus or to use their software to win. This means it will be a bad news year
all around, whether Trump runs for office or not, simply because the landscape
is littered with pathetic issues, we can’t get off our backs. If the Democrats
win, then we’ll see more of this social justice/climate change crap. If they
lose, they will go into a tantrum like two-year-olds as they did after Trump
won in 2016.
That’s about all I can predict. I actually hope I’m wrong,
except for the part of our surviving to see the dawn of 2025. We might see
civil war before that, which is never a good thing, perhaps worse even than
having the asteroid hit – extinction may be a better option than what the
Democrats have planned.
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