Tomorrow and tomorrow...

have lighted fools the way... and so forth. Christmas Eve. That means only about one more week until this bloody, cursed year is over. I would suggest to Fortune, or Whoever-The-Hell-Is-In-Charge, that having done such a botched job of this past diabolical set of days, it might be time to reconsider "The Plan" (if there indeed has been one up to this point--which I doubt), and see if something a little more intelligent might be brought into play?

I'd like a year that understood the word "kind" a little better. It's a simple four-letter word after all--I'm not asking for the definition of anything multi-syllabic, like "justice," or "fairness," or heaven forbid, "happiness." Just try and wrap your omniscient little mind around "kind," and see if you can sort of spread it around a little bit. That's not too much to ask, is it?

Oh, but if you're going to go ahead and be your usual nasty little self, kindly (think about that word, now) do it to the Republicans or some other like-minded group of empty-souled fascists and keep your fucking hands off my family, won't you? Now, there's a nice little Fate.