In the last week of the year, I thought it would be good to do a post on 2020 but I couldn’t do it. That is above my grade. It would take a 750 page tome just to outline the events of this year in any detail.
2020 was an indictment on our culture, the establishment, the Left. It was a complete assault on values and western society. I’ll take a pass on that. In fact, the cottage industry in 2021 will be books about what happened in 2020, and not just about the election. But it will probably inspire some books, too.
So what to do about 2020 but give it a big old middle finger? Maybe a Bronx cheer salute from sea to shining sea. A giant sigh.
Assembling those thoughts on it, my instinctive reaction was to get on my knees and plead for it to be over, never happen again, that we recover and learn what we need to to do that.
Above all, pray that it be over. Finished. Then the taps would be in order rather than playing “Auld Lang Syne”. That song literally means “for the sake of old times.” 2020 was a blitzkrieg on the old times. Here are the lyrics:
“Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
On old long syne.”
It doesn’t quite work. Maybe those words are an appropriate tribute in any other year except this one. The taps with no lyrics serves it much better.
What did we learn; what were the important events; where are the benefits; or what was the overall theme? Too soon? There are days still left. Did anyone get mad at a year?
If cancel culture had any legitimacy or backbone, it would cancel 2020. But no, it tried to use the events of the year to cancel other things or people. Think of them all: from heroes to founders, to everyday Americans, to America itself, to news stories and corruption, to a great president. Cancel culture was literally screaming through a pandemic.
The only thing they didn’t try canceling was China, the place that spawned the pandemic.
And politics were in full display, oh were they. We found some events or situations that even politics, politicization of events or weaponization had no answer for. But they tried.
Finish 2020 off by 2 Senate runoffs in Georgia — which could determine the majority in the US Senate — by radical, commie, Marxist candidates. What could go wrong with that?
Is there no mercy left?
As bad as the year has been, whistling past the graveyard would do us no justice. We must make sure this year does not contaminate others. We must vow to repair the damage, not to continue it.
The strange thing is I get a sick feeling the Democrat left is not as disgusted by the year as the rest of us are. After all, in crises they see opportunities. The greater the crisis, the more people hurt, the greater the opportunity. It’s their motto.
Still one thought does remain about all those who did not see the end of the year, maybe for different reasons. Hundreds of thousands, like nursing home residents, did not make it through. Not even receiving a proper farewell. Enough said.
Play the taps. (Yet it will be remembered, in infamy)
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