The year ends in 61 days. Election Day is also upon us, so this year has a curtain of doom over it like no other year past. Many people await the end of one or more ill-received things by December 31, such as 2020 or the current presidential administration or the pestilence. There has certainly been a thing or two to not like about this year, and the depression has grown month to month like a creeping terror threatening to devour us all. The Blob that is 2020 creeps along, unstoppable except by time. And unlike the one Steve McQueen battled, we have not come up with a secret weapon.
December 31 will arrive whether we notice or not. Also, January 20 will arrive whether we’re happy about it or not. Whomever’s hand is on that Bible on inauguration day, 2021 will plod along, and we’re in for the ride.
I was glad to see Halloween come. I put out pre-packaged bags of treats (with and without chocolate for diet diverse kids), and they disappeared promptly. I didn’t hover to watch who took what, but I hope that everybody was honest and took one bag each. It seems people have not been so honest lately, probably because we have seen so much dishonesty from places where we expect to see integrity and decency. However, we know better than to follow bad examples, but some folks choose to take the bad way.
The disease which is devouring the population of the world will come to an eventual end, whether it’s because our scientists finally find a vaccine or it simply runs its natural course and finds nobody else to infect. Meanwhile, we are exposed to everyday people having public meltdowns over being asked to cover their mouths and noses with a mask. If you watch these wildly gesticulating numbskulls in action, it’s obvious they’re afraid beyond reason, making them desperate to be right about there not being a medical emergency at all. I’m sure psychologists are having a field day about this.
If Heaven has a bar, I’m sure God sidles up and belts down a few at least once a day, and the angels sing tons of inspiring shanties to try to cheer Him up. It can’t be joyous up there watching us all going through what we have down here.
And it is our doing, after all.
We picked who is in the big seat in the big building in our nation’s capital. And we became lax about keeping our planet cleaned up. We’re paying for it now; the high and the low, black and white, guilty and innocent.
Whatever caused this disease, it will see an end. Whomever we vote into office, we must deal with the future their way.
When 2021 comes, whatever happens, we’re all going to be part of it.
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