There were no looming domestic threats this past New Year’s Day. (Was the terror alert level even raised? Yellow, green, blue, purple? Hmm.)
Nope, no spontaneous combustion, or Everclear fireballs gone awry, or widespread computer melt-downs at the stroke of midnight that would assuredly cast the entire civilized world into the fog of a great new dark age.
An age where Fat Cats would go penniless in the blink of an eye, and mass anarchy would ensue on such a level that every old person would disappear behind triple-locked doors, and all of those water-purifying, baked bean-hording nuts would laugh from within the safe confines of $20,000 bomb shelters.
No, there was not too much in the way of chaos or general insanity.
Oh, of course many joined in rarefied orgies of excess and drunkenness followed by the quick dash home and the pre-acquired knowledge of at least three different ways to circumvent all roadblocks, but that was merely a formality, an annual ritual of “beat the cops.”I won.Did you?
But where was the incessant buzzing (picture blood-swollen flies) of the terror warnings I had grown so comfortably accustomed to?
Could it be that the barrage of fear and instability was all a giant hoax oddly let loose at the beginning and reigned in at the end of an election year?The Gestapo Propaganda War Machine would be proud.
But it is over now, and I am sad.
Honestly, who could get enough of the pulsing vein in Dick Cheney’s forehead as he sat in front of TV cameras, ranting and raving about the certainties of terrorism without a Republican president-elect?Not me. You could not write better drama than that.
Ah, but I am getting a bit off course.
Beginning to rant and rave myself, hmm? Yes you’re right, I am.
OK, back to things a little less heavy and more suitable for our viewing audience.
Oh forget it, I am beyond caring now, and I have started to work myself up again (which has become fairly commonplace in the last few months).
I just have to resign myself to the Democrats’ mentality at the moment (bend-over-and-take-it), and hope that the strongest goodies in my medicine cabinet will continue to appease the rank stench of defeat and overshadow my impending sense of doom. (Damn that propaganda.)
Oh, and Happy New Year.

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