2021 has been a year of lows and highs: from the Stupid Coup and nearly losing our democracy to inaugurating President Handsome Joe Biden, we’ve seen it all. Yes, the Trump-Virus is still with us, and yes, the Republicans are still trying to overthrow the gubmint to stall Pol POTUS, but we are still standing together, shoulder-to-shoulder with our spitballs at the ready for whatever the next outrage will be.
We’ll muddle through somehow. We always do.
Tonight I raise a toast to all the Scissorheads, but especially to those who have gone before us. In the Irish tradition they are in the Better Place (where, definitionally, there are no English) and we are supposed to be happy for them, but I’d still like to have them with us tonight nonetheless.
So tonight, as we remain masked, vaxxed, and socially distanced, please know that I hold you close in my heart. Thank you for being The Internet’s Band of Incorrigible Spitballers® and making this little blog The Cult Failure Since 2006.
Tomorrow we start 2022, be afraid. Be very afraid.