December 31,2020
Warning: this blog egregiously uses the word shitty.
Good riddance to the end of this no-good, shitty year. Thank your favorite deity that 2020 is coming to a close, and you made it. Hopefully, the stench of yesteryear will be cleansed the moment we usher in 2021.
The cloud of COVID-19 was not too far in the distance when we last visited ushering in 2020. I was in Madrid, Spain, ringing in 2020. Who knew how bad this year would be, other than our politicians, of the incoming death? They failed us without notification. Why are we surprised whenever the government treats us as collateral damage?
You'd think the Covid virus would be the kickoff to a shitty year, but we didn't take that seriously until March. A San Francisco 49ers fan may argue with you when the shitty year started when they lost the Super Bowl at the beginning of February to the Kansas City Chiefs. Most people identify January 26, 2020, the death date of Kobe Bryant, his daughter, and the 7 other souls aboard his helicopter, as the beginning of the end of this no-good, shitty year.
Covid decimated us. The death of the people we care about is the number one reason why most of us felt hopeless during this year. Followed by the separation of loved ones to avoid spreading the virus. Then, there was total isolation because the separation was not working. How cruel 2020 has been during this no-good, shitty year.
For me, I had the birth of my 4th son, Max. We were lucky because they lifted some restrictions in May, and I was able to see his birth. If she had given birth the week before, she would be alone in the operating room. Little Max is my glimmer of hope during this no-good, shitty year.
The first half of the year progressed into the summer, and then Minneapolis happened. That S.O.B. refused to listen to bystanders while he placed a knee on George Floyd's neck. No matter who you were, I believe the sight of it made us sick to our stomachs. The civil unrest that followed was sad. Everyone was willing to listen, but then the death and destruction in the wake of goodwill resonated in future history books by the time my kid's own children were growing up. Needless to say, this was a no-good, shitty year.
Mother Nature unleashed a record-breaking hurricane season in America. She ventured off into the Greek alphabet, ending with Hurricane Theta. There were so many landfalls in the Louisiana area. What a no-good, shitty hurricane year.
Billy Joel wrote a song called We Didn't Start the Fire. The lyrics spanned decades of news making headlines. A new song's lyrics could span the past 12 months in this no-good, shitty year.
Capping off my no-good shitty year. I failed my final research paper. Thus, I will have to retake the entire class in 2021.
Ugh, this is no good, shitty year.
My soul hurts for those alone tonight on New Year's Eve and fearful of 2021. But rest assured, with each new day, there is renewed hope. With each new day, we will rebuild. With each new day, we will get better. And with each new day, we are further away from that no-good, shitty year, 2020. Good riddance.
Happy New Year, everyone! May 2021 bring you good health and fortune. Hopefully, we will have some normalcy.
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