I no longer see the point in making many, if any at all, New's Year's Resolutions. Why bother?
It's like leaving the opened mayo jar on the counter for a few weeks and hoping that this time it won't go bad. Don't even stop to consider that it's the middle of a summer heat wave and you can't afford air-conditioning-hell, you really can't even afford a new jar of mayonnaise.
It's like voting for Bush, on the slim, glimmering gamble that he couldn't possibly fuck up worse than he already has. If you did, you've already lost your sucker's bet. Your Social Security is next. His privitization plan is more of a privation plan. It's based on an Argentinean model. Great choice.
It didn't work there and it won't work here-what happened, and what will happen, is so many citizens, through various combinations of mistakes and swindles, will lose everything they've saved and wind up being supported by government welfare anyway. This achieves a similar result as the original program, but at at three or four times the cost.
Our Mad King is setting us upon a course of economic destruction. He'll probably give himself a medal for doing it.
(Oops. I had resolved to quit politics for 28 days. Oh well.)
On the brighter side, here's a fun new Doomsday Scenario to play with.
Why is this so ominous? What if there's a Lovecraftian Elder God imprisoned inside the comet?
The impact might free it, but the impact won't kill it. Those bastards never die, and they make terrible house-guests.
Could be Triffids.
Could be the 'space-borne virus' that killed all the kitties and doggies, giving rise to Planet of the Apes.
Or the Andromeda Strain.
Maybe I'm paranoid. The City was ripping up the street in front of my building the other day; in-between wincing at the jack-hammer impacts I noticed a strong odor of gas. There goes the neighborhood, I thought. Guys were yelling outside: "Oh shit"! "Oh fuck!"
This time. Better luck next time.
(Darn! I had also resolved to stop dwelling on the end of things.)