Some snow falling today surprised me into remembering how close Christmas is. Of course, I dasn’t say such a thing aloud in Camera Girl’s presence or she would toss an oven mitt or a ladle at me for my oblivious attitude as she soldiers on in her pre-Christmas baking and cooking marathon. She is calculating cooking and storage times down to the nanosecond as enormous quantities of baked goods, meat, pasta, cheese and vegetables are processed in the run up to the big event. My party line is that I am available to help in any capacity she sees fit. This merely elicits rueful head-shaking and eye-rolling. Well, that’s my story. And anyway, I serve many useful functions. I am the snow removal department and I also serve as chauffeur if the roads seem too tricky for her. And I have a thousand and one other jobs. For instance, I’m in charge of the yearly Christmas card design and procurement. Well, of course. I’m a photographer. But such things are easily forgotten by someone who can point to a table groaning under the weight of a feast. Well, we also serve who wait and eat. But who’s keeping score anyway?
I have all of next week off and I’m looking forward to the get togethers. But I’ve been keeping an eye on the situation in Washington. It’s almost unbelievable how feckless and dishonest the Biden administration intends to be right up to the final day of their reign of terror. Biden’s pardoning of hideously evil people would be shameful if Biden and his cronies had any shame. I have to assume that there was a price list posted somewhere for the scum of the earth to figure out whether they could afford to be freed by Hunter and Jill and whoever else wrote out the pardons for Joe to scribble his signature on. And the Republicans don’t disappoint with their nitwitted attempts to pass legislation in the House of Representatives. Only the dishonesty and corruption of the Democrats allows the GOP to seem better by comparison. But it really is a sad sideshow to behold.
The clowns and the cretins, the monsters and the madmen; the whole cast of this insane drama that is playing out on the deck of a sailing ship headed straight for an iceberg. And at this point Donald Trump is the captain and he and his crew are locked in a cutlass fight with the usual pirates and so no one is steering the ship. Well, it should give us a reason to pop popcorn in 2025.
But this is all beside the point. We have Christmas to celebrate and the relief from knowing that somehow, we dodged the bullet of a Kamala Harris presidency. And, sure, so many things will go wrong in 2025. Trump will waffle, Democrats will lie and cheat, bureaucrats will obfuscate and interfere and Republicans will prove themselves inept and obtuse. In other words, standard operating procedure. But things will be better than they’ve been the last four years. God willing, the wars will start to die down. Energy prices will come back to Earth and that will tend to drive down the prices of everything else. And the biggest bonus, we may never see any of the Bidens for the rest of our lives. That alone is worth a hallelujah.
