2020 was a nightmare from beginning to end and 2021 didn’t begin any better. 2021 started off as pure poison. But the naked fraud and inexcusable subverting of the law has disgusted and radicalized whole segments of the population that up until now were sleep walking through the coup. And what we’ve seen for the last five months is the chickens finally coming home to roost. The combination of economic disaster, naked cronyism in the legislature and incompetence in multiple departments of the executive branch has turned the voting public against Dementia Joe and his lackeys. And 2022 promises to be even worse for these crooks and weirdos. It promises to be a disaster from beginning to end. And all of this bad news for the bad guys has given me the opportunity to sendoff 2021 in style.
I just finished off the Christmas holiday exactly as I had hoped it would go. All of my grandkids were over today and after having a Camera Girl feast that included roast beast and all the fixings, I basked in the bright light of all that youthful energy. Most of the energy was dissipated shooting nerf projectiles at each other and the surroundings. But there were some proceedings that I was qualified to join in. And there was a fun toy that they brought along. I bought the boys an Oculus virtual reality (VR) headset about two years ago. I asked them about it recently and they talked about a fun module that they could run on the headset and I asked them to bring it over for me to try. It’s a simulation of a rollercoaster. Now it wouldn’t occur to me that wearing a visor over my eyes would in some way simulate the sensation of motion that happens when you ride on a rollercoaster but so help me it does! The visual stimuli of riding around on a fast-moving car that is constantly changing direction and speed even convinces the pit of your stomach that you’re climbing and plunging on the tracks of a coaster. I convinced Camera Girl to put it on but she has such extreme motion sickness that she yanked the headset off her face after barely ten seconds. She told me she would have been violently ill if she had waited any more time at all. Such a big baby!
Then I convinced my little granddaughter to watch the old Disney movie Dumbo. She was very hesitant because she is marvelously sensitive to cinematic sadness. When the baby elephant was separated from his mother, I thought Princess Sack of Potatoes was going to burst out crying. I had to convince her to hang in there because there would be a reunion. Sure enough, once that occurred, she was enthralled by the song the mother elephant cooed to her child. Unfortunately, she had to go home before she got to see the happily ever after ending but she’ll be back next week to finish it off.
And the sum total of all the human interactions between kids, parents and grandparents over the course of two days of feasting, playing and talking was the perfect ending to a holiday that is the perfect ending to a year. With the kids off until after the New Year we’ll get a chance to spend more time together to talk about high school and college decisions and their day-to-day doings. I recently sent the older boys a bunch of science fiction novels and apparently, they’re were very favorably impressed with the stories so I’ll get their feedback on these. And we’ll play few games of pool now that they’ve mastered the fundamentals of holding the cue and lining up a shot. And we’ll spend the next week finishing off the leftovers from the feast. And they promised they’d help me to figure out if there is an easy and inexpensive way to play Doom 2 on the Oculus VR system. I’ve always wanted to revisit that video game without the restriction of having to use a joystick or keyboard to look behind my back for the monster that is always sneaking up on me in that game.
So, all this will recharge my batteries to endure the colossal amounts of dishonesty and stupidity that will be on display by all the politicians who will make 2022 a veritable marathon of evil. After the fact, I see now what I missed during the COVID crisis. I was isolated from the things that make life worth living. Spending time with the people in your life that count is several orders of magnitude more important than all the other things you do with your time. Making sure there are people left who care about the things you care about is the justification for fighting against the Left. If we prevailed over the Left but those people were lost to us then none of it would personally benefit us. It would be at best an intellectual exercise and personally meaningless. So, I intend to enjoy my time off with loved ones and prioritize those activities right now. Later on, I’ll get back to ranting about the losers who are out there mucking up this beautiful world.