You know, as far as years go, 2024 was a great big nothing-burger. It was just kind of…there. I am sure that with the incoming fascist regime taking power in late January, we will look back on 2024 as the Last Good Year for a very long time.
Things were…decent. 2024 started rough with a surprise dental emergency, but after that the year was quiet. A sort of “keep your head down and focus on what is in front of you” year. I read some good books and some mediocre books. I wrote in my journal a lot, but managed almost no creative writing at all, beyond rough drafts of a few poems.
I worked out a lot, cooked a lot, ate a lot, played with the cats, spent a lot of quality time with my partner, and visited some folks.
2024 was the first year in a long time when there were no deaths among my friends and family, and for that I am grateful.
Now that 2025 is upon us, it is time to ground myself and reach out to the friends and family who will be in precarious and vulnerable situations, no matter who they voted for. The country going full-on Christofascist became inevitable the day Reagan was elected, and will not change until the power of both capitalism and Christianity, and particularly the obscene melding of the two, are utterly broken. So, no time soon, unless we have some Jackpot-style global catastrophes which sweep away the entirety of all dominant global power structures. And if that happens, we will have much bigger problems than the glorification of fascism by literally all conservatives in this country.
Happy New Year.
