How I learned to stop worrying

You know like how Christians think everything happening in the world is the sign of the end times? I’m starting to understand that now. Not that I think the world is coming to an end. It was here long before us and will be here long after us. But the absurd kidnapping of a foreign leader reminds me that things have to get worse before they get better. So in other words, the relief I feel feels less like Christian vindication and more like seeing signs of a long running TV series “jumping the shark” before getting its well deserved cancellation. With any luck, the era of Trump is entering its red supergiant phase before the final supernova and thus leaving a deep, dark black hole on the soul of America forever and ever. Amen.

We all knew that there was only one way this could have ended.

Of course, with a probable end in sight, it’s easy for an American to feel a sense of zen. I don’t live in Venezuela, Iran, Nigeria, Palestine, Yemen, or any other country that the US claims dominion over. For people there, one administration is no different from the other. Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss.

Anywho! Happy new year!

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