What a difference a year makes, huh?
Who knew that when 2020 rolled around we’d be in for the worst 12 months the world has seen in quite some time?
No, I suppose it’s not the worst year in history per se, but one would be hard-pressed to argue that this past year was somehow not the worst in the modern era – and at the bare minimum, the worst of the 21st century.
A year ago, I proclaimed that I would not cower in fear of other people knowing where I stood. Then, like a true hypocrite, I created this blog under a pseudonym to protect my little corner of this here Internet from the prying eyes of my overseas bosses.
I’ve also shared some of these posts on my Facebook, so again, a little bit of cognitive dissonance is happening here.
But after the insanity we as a species endured over this past year, I think we are all allowed some participation in a little cognitive dissonance.
Maybe not to the extent that the denialist MAGA chodes are carrying on even as we enter 2021, but nonetheless some dissonance within the psyche.
Speaking of psyches, mine is shot.
I hoped that when I’d be ringing in 2020, I’d be a man with a heightened perspective. For one thing, I thought I was going to be a groomsman and a pilgrim on a Birthright trip to Israel.
Instead, I spent an entire year stuck at home in suburban Atlanta with my parents, dog, and our shithead Trump-loving neighbors.
I sat at my desk day in, day out watching the very worst of the COVID-19 pandemic from Italy to Spain to the UK and right here in the virus’ epicenter.
In my spare time, I howled at the moon with indignant rage over the colossal failure of the American government and its citizens to be good, honest, cautious human beings and instead act out in horrifyingly self-destructive fashion to the detriment of the now 350,000+ and counting victims of this fucking plague.
To our country’s credit, we did vote out that orange Nazi.
Then again, we failed to oust the likes of Susan Collins, Thom Tillis, Jodi Ernst, Lindsey Graham, and the chief Trump accomplice Turtleman McFuckskull.
Thanks to Kentucky, this country’s tired and poor are getting crumbs for “relief” and watching Moscow Bitch doing what he does best: fucking us.
He’s fucked us for what feels like dozens of lifetimes during the whole of his “career” in D.C.
And because of our bullshit political system where each state gets two senators no matter how many cattle outnumber human beings within a given state, we face the more-than-real prospect of watching the new president and the House of Representatives be cockblocked by an intransigent and infantile Senate hellbent on ensuring nothing changes in order to blame the sitting president and the Democratic Party for being unable to negotiate with them, the terrorists, all in the hopes of accessing the proverbial bearer bonds within the Nakatomi Plaza of this long-winded and half-baked Die Hard analogy.
The bottom line: America is fucked.
We have no real hope of a bipartisan government working on behalf of all of us as we scrounge up every last dime we’ve ever saved in the hopes of making it to the next pay period.
So, for my non-resolution resolution for the New Year, I proclaim that I will not give one iota of a semblance of a fuck for people who tell folks my age that we the people cannot afford a government that safeguards its own by providing co-pay-free health insurance, whether employed or on the street, white or Black, conservative or liberal.
We the people of the United States of America deserve a country that will actually employ a government of the people, by the people, and for the people.
Regardless of what happens in Georgia in four days, we must fight back. Demand equity. Protest injustice.
End the insanity.
If not, then we will 100% without a single doubt perish from this earth.
It’s do or die in 2021.
Let’s not waste any more precious time.
Diary of a Mad Millennial 