For me, this video sums up Hair Füror and 2018 perfectly:
To sum up our year, I’m still completely speechless, other than to say thank you for sharing my primal scream.
I had no idea when we started this little blog, 12+ years ago, what it would become. I am so glad to have found you all, my little, invisible friends. The outraged howl of indignation from good Scissorheads when the pandering and pontificating poltroons step dans la merde is what makes you The Internet’s Band of Incorrigible Spitballers™, and is what keeps me marginally sane.
I STILL have great hope —believe it or not— that standing shoulder to shoulder we will get through this mango-hued shitshow together. I think if any of us had known that Chimpy’s Reign of Error was training wheels for the The Russian Usurper Comrade Stupid’s Fourth Reich, we would have laughed. So when we find ourselves exhausted, slack-jawed, and pointing at the outrage du jour, and we think we cannot go on another step, look to your friends here at the Thunderbolt Grease Slapper and know that you are not alone.
Or paraphrasing amply be-chinned Mitch McConnell or one of his henchmooks: And yet, we’ve persisted.
And so, from the tip of my nose to the bottoms of my toes, I thank you for another memorable year. I will toast to our good health tonight, and to our comrades-in-arms no longer with us, gone to spitball in the great beyond, or offline. I know, I know, I’m doing it again, but it really is the perfect song for us, Scissorheads:
If you’re with me /
Next year will be /
the perfect year
The struggle is real, and the fight continues tomorrow.