Winter bare tree silhouetted on the sky, National Mall, Washington, D.C., 2:12 p.m., Dec 29, 2020
Last day of Demon Year 2020 (yeah, some hindsight) -OR- New Year's Eve 2021.
Apologies for lack of the flurry of end-of-year postings I said I would post on the last fucking day of this fucking year.
But these entries take FOREVER to compose -- and other than one good friend and, perhaps, the BIG Y'EYEMAH and her waddling, cooing / mooing / pooing / always-keen-on-failure tonnage, I have no readers. Just random Google image drive-by "virtual-within-virtual" views (since those visitors aren't actually at this site).
To elaborate, the entries I had in mind are all fucking political-themed in this grotesque year 2020 that is thankfully now ending.
For tonight, New Year's Eve 2021, I will walk home from the office here at
Elephant L'Enfant Plaza back to my apartment in WOKE zombified, Branch Covidian cultic terrified D.C.
About New Year's Eve, FUCK YOU, Bill de Blasio's New York City -- a rapidly dying-by-mass suicide city -- and your stupid "health care workers only" 2021 NYE "celebration" -- just a fucking WOKE version of Orwell's 1984 in Victory Square.
Like all trans-liquefied Millennials, they demand to be worshiped just for doing their jobs, and who, much like Critical Race Theorists, are always "tired" that they have to live in a world in which everyone doesn't move in their North Korea-like cultural (de)formations.
These Big Media-sustained Health Scare Industrial Complex workers -- and I refer specifically to that numerically small but super-noisy leftwing, virtue-signaling, bullshit pronoun-obsessed Twitter mob subset who won't shut the fuck up and insist on being worshiped and glorified for just doing their jobs.
What's more, being Critical Race Theorist racists, they are always "tired" that they have to live in a world in which everyone doesn't move in their North Korea-like cultural (de)formations.
Since I'm on it, let me make one more political-themed comment:
The American Illiberal Left as a whole is committing a weird form of socio-cultural suicide in their big, blue enclaves. They are rapidly destroying the very economic and cultural engines that were once the reason people wanted to live in and be part of those places. To use an admittedly tasteless but illustrative analogy, Critical Race Theory is the virus pathogen into these woke zombies. And Covid-1984 hysteria rapidly accelerates the process.
And here in Washington, D.C., with its phalanxes of fully masked and fully WOKE 30-year old Karens and those fucking ageing Baby Boomers who never left and refuse to go away, people are fundamentally psychologically damaged. Things won't revert back to "normal" for years, perhaps until a generational shift has occurred. On a pesrona note, I used to quite like living here. Now, I can't wait to leave and go to a more sane place.
At the end of the day, if you want to wear a mask outside and hide in your basement or your attic until "Covid cases are zero," fine, have at it. I just don't want MY life destroyed for your fucking terror management purposes. Nor for Democrat pol social control purposes.
My point is that something will necessarily replace the failing Blue States as those engines. Rather than mainland China, my hope is that it will be the saner parts of the United States: People in places such as Texas, Tennessee, Kansas, Utah, and Idaho, to name a few. Unless they go batshit crazy, too, which I don't think is happening.
Just to state the obvious, this goes way beyond a Pervy Joe titular / Dr. Jill versus Kamala co-presidency. However, I'm genuinely unsure if the Big Media narrative is going to shift to positive / we've-got-Covid-under-control once Biden puts his wizened hand on that Bible and takes the Oath of Office. Or if the hysterical fearmongering will just jump to a new state.
Oh, btw, the big vaccine rollout is going as lousy and half-assed as you would expect in the United States with severely underwhelming uptake and at least anecdotally, significant and possibly widespread reluctance among the non-elderly but otherwise prioritized groups (even not involving the social justice, i.e., racist, metrics demanded by the Left).
Of course, given the federal system-based, highly decentralized nature of the United States, plus the usual fucked up way we do everything, this isn't a surprise. In addition, it is right in the heart of the extended holiday season, Christmas, New Years, Hannukah, Kamala's Kwanzaa, and otherwise. I don't expect things to get cranking until late January.
Anyway, as for right now, I'm here solo in the office, sitting in the dark except for a lamp and the light of the laptop plus two additional monitors while a small desk fan whirls. I'm listening to the Smooth Jazz station on JazzRadio.com.
My music selection varies among the various jazz channels it offers: Bossa Nova, Coffee Jazz, (if I'm in the mood) Fusion Lounge, Late Night Jazz, Modern Big Band, Paris Cafe, Piano Jazz, Smooth Jazz, Smooth Lounge, and Swing & Big Band, among 43 jazz channels.
Just fyi, it so made sense to pay $60 for a full year subscription to JazzRadio.com and not have goddamn all those brain-freezing, soul-numbing, stupid-ass commercials every 4 minutes.
OK, that's all for now. I'm not going to go into anything more profound on this last day of 2020.
I will say that this will be the first New Year's Eve when I will literally just be home as if it were an ordinary night -- watching Perry Mason on MeTV at the midnight hour and having ZERO notice of the passage of that moment marking the changing of the years.
To clarify, there really is NO way to have even a semi-normal New Year's Eve festivity anywhere thanks to the Branch Covidian / totalitarian Democrat / Big Media Industrial / Health Scare complex married in zombified way to Madam Mayor McCheese Bowser and her terror-mongering. Maybe if I were wealthy and had those kinds of connections, things would be different. But I'm just ordinary and alone.
God, I hate this place.
Yes, another pic of the statue of Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz on the OAS grounds, Washington, D.C., 1:59 p.m., Dec 29, 2020
She intrigues me, OK? What's it to ya??
Given the "outdoor only" requirement, there is an easy possibility, namely, that the little outdoor eating area at Angolo in Georgetown. Maybe I'll try that. Especially since it's a mild night (around 43°F). (No, I'm not a fan of those hat-topped heat lamps. They scare me.) But if not, I'll just go home.
Either way, I intend to be home at the midnight hour and watching Perry Mason (the MeTV schedule indicates the episode is "The Case of the Lame Canary").
22nd and P Streets NW intersection view, Washington, D.C., 4:37 p.m., Dec 26, 2020
I was riding with Gary back from Alexandria to my apartment -- and that's my apartment building illuminated in the light of the setting Sun.
Needless to say, I'll be quite by myself tonight. Just like I've been all week (since Sunday with Chester and, prior to that, Christmas Eve with Tim, although I think he's ghosted me for the time being -- we go through that a lot). I talked on the phone today to my dad down in Florida. Things got interesting last week in his trailer park.
Yes, a Florida man in action.
As for my mom, well, we presently aren't talking. Again.
OK, let me wrap up this entry. You'll note that I'm NOT even attempting to post any profound thoughts about 2021 because I don't fucking have a clue, nor will I venture a guess. Just let it come already. Whatever happens, happens.
As for my next postings, it is unlikely that I'll finish and get posted the two sprawling, political-themed entries I have in draft. Rather, I have a brief, standalone New Year's Day entry planned. Then, on January 4th, I would like to post that whopper of an entry on Three's Company. And I plan to leave that one the lead entry for about a week.
Good night. And good morning.