My sentiments about entering a new year are somewhat less than enthusiastic because it's a virtual certainty that A) 90% of the new year will be the same crap as last year, and B) 10% will be a lot worse. And without that feeling of a fresh beginning, it struck me that "no year is a 'new' year anymore."
At which point the spirit of Guy Lombardo violently entered my body (I won't be able to ride my unicycle for a week) and when I awakened I found I'd somehow written the lyrics to a big band song. And thanks to AI, which was apparently possessed by Lombardo's Royal Canadians, I give you this new holiday anthem (closed captions recommended to savor the cynicism)...
And what a year it's going to be! Looking into my crystal ball (it's the one on the left)...
I predict the most screwed-up Presidential election in history coming. And I'm not talking about U.S. history - I'm talking history of the universe.
I predict the economy will appear to do pretty well until November, propped up by freshly printed and utterly worthless dollars. Unless, of course, the whole shooting match finally collapses.
I predict that the United States will have to borrow money from China to give to Ukraine.
I predict that AI will morph into something we can't even imagine at the moment and will embed itself inextricably in the world's cultural and business DNA, more or less like the damn spike proteins the mRNA "not-actually-vaccines" filled most of us with.
I predict that Anthony Fauci will have a really bad day if he crosses the street in front of my car.
I predict no successful new movies from Disney in 2024 or possibly ever again.
I predict that rather than risking stairs anymore, Joe Biden will be treated as cargo on Air Force One.
I predict a fun-to-watch continuation of liberal cannibalism as the woke Left devours its own people for not being woke enough.
I predict that virtually every high-profile a**hole will continue to thrive, enjoying the fruits of their power and corruption and go unpunished for their wrongdoing.
I predict that honest peasants such as ourselves will be increasingly punished for right-doing using digital surveillance in increasingly invasive ways.
I predict ongoing delight from the friendships and camaraderie at Stilton's Place! Best wishes for the new year!