We’re trying to think of something nice to say about 2020.
Okay, here goes: Nobody got killed by the murder hornets. As far as we know.
That’s pretty much it.
In the past, writing these annual reviews, we have said harsh things about previous years. We owe those years an apology. Compared to 2020, all previous years, even the Disco Era, were the golden age of human existence.
This was a year of nonstop awfulness, a year when we kept saying it couldn’t possibly get worse, and it always did.
It was indeed a year that can be designated as a Category Five Shitstorm.
Yep, pisser of a year...just back from the Vet ER, where our oldest cat had to be euthanized. Lost a young one two months ago, I’m so ready for this year to be over!
ReplyDeleteHenceforth, 2020 is:
ReplyDeletea minor curse word,
a curse ("may your every year be as 2020!",
or a blessing: "May you never see the likes of 2020 again."
I'm undecided as to whether
"trumpism"
is a specific type of tropism, ie
"an automatic attraction towards telling lies"
or
a really lame, pointless, easily disproven lie:
"the biggest inauguration crowd, period!"
or
any casually cruel / crude / disrespectful action of the sort Trump indulged in.
2020 was a year that pretty much proved rock bottom has a basement...
ReplyDelete...with a cellar...
...with a shovel ready for use...
...by a president.