The year that ends at midnight was, like all years, a mixed blessing. On the good side, it was a year that saw the Republican Party win control of the House in the incoming Congress, while on the bad side it saw aberrations such as Obamacare squeeze through Congress, saddling the nation with a massive and expensive healthcare program we can’t afford.
Years, after all, are arbitrary periods of time – necessary inventions of mankind designed to mark the passage of time in increments accepted as valid throughout the world. Thanks to the Gregorian calendar, it’s now about to be 2011 just about everywhere.
On the whole it was a so-so year, nothing really significant in the life of mankind took place. God was still in his Heaven and an aberration created by a confused electorate remains in the White House, busy appointing disciples of his deity, one Karl Marx, born Hirschel Marx in Trier, Germany, in 1818 and worshipped in certain badly confused academic circles in the United States and among administration appointees who also have a soft spot in their hearts for the thankfully late and ultimately cowardly Che Guevara who spent the final moments of his murderous life tearfully pleading for his life. He lives on with his image emblazoned on T-shirts worn by credulous American teen agers.
One signal even tof the year was the notorious oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico with its subsequent mismanagement by just about everybody involved in dealing with its aftermath. Another was the passage of the notorious Obama healthcare legislation by a Congress strangling in the death grip of a left-wing, spendthrift Democrat-controlled Congress.
Yet another was the election of a Republican-controlled House of Representatives due to take office and, thank God, the coming end of the authoritarian speakership of Nancy Pelosi and the sounding of the death knell of the worst features of Obamacare.
Alexander Haig died, as did lots of other well-known folks, such as the much-beloved Estonian composer Eino Tamberg and Brazilian plastic artist Ferando Zarif, Greece’s Dimitril Marinopoulos and Germany’s Gerhard Schurer, who sported an umlaut above the U, which my keyboard will not allow me to display. Pax Domini sit simper vobiscum!
As has become distressingly usual, my beloved the Miami Dolphins once again failed to make the Super Bowl, Harry Reid got re-elected to the U.S. Senate, and despite having Mexico’s clear-headed, devout Catholic billionaire Carlos Slim as a major stockholder, the militantly pagan New York Times remained Marxism’s major American treasonous house organ.
On the personal side, I managed to reach the horrendously advanced age of 84 despite a mild case of diabetes and other unpleasant but largely non-disabling maladies brought on, no doubt, by years of indiscriminate habits such as smoking seven cheap cigars daily for more than 40 years, consuming lots of cheap vodka flavored with tasty but fattening olive juice, and avoiding any form of exercise except for using my fingers to tap out columns and e-mails on this accursed computer as well as wending my way out daily to the mail box to collect the accursed bills within.
Tonight I will mark the passage of time by dining out with one of my six living sons and one of my two daughters at a Mexican restaurant in downtown Boca Raton, Fla., where the food is excellent and where they put the correct amount of olive juice in my vodka martinis. At midnight, in the unlikely event that I am still awake, I will greet the new year in solitude, say a prayer for my beloved late wife and my late son Freddie, and then hit the sack.
Happy New Year!
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