I want this year to be over. I want it to be over more than I think I have ever wanted a year to be over, and I have had some pretty fucked up years, believe me!
But this one… It’s like an STD mashed up with Ebola. It just won’t stop.
January started with the loss of David Bowie, Alan Rickman and Glen Frey. But it didn’t stop there. Prince. Morley Safer. John Glenn. Zsa Zsa Gabor. Janet Reno. Gene Wilder. Muhammed Ali. Nancy Reagan. Garry Marshall. Leonard Cohen. Vera Rubin. Carrie Fisher… Every field has lost incredible, talented, dedicated people, from musicians and actors to scientists and politicians. Innovators. Record breakers. Truth tellers.
Then there was the “election” of the new Emperor. The United States is facing its greatest internal struggle since the Civil War. Frankly, I see the very real potential for another civil war as citizens polarize along issues like sexuality, civil liberties and racism.
And, to top it all off, my dog died. On Christmas Eve. Merry fucking Christmas…
I’m afraid of what the next few days will bring.
I have a sinking feeling this fucker of a year ain’t done with us yet.