I
am going to be direct and unapologetic here.
You suck!
You
kicked off January by interrupting my Desiree’s life in the Philippines with a
volcano. Seriously? A volcano?
That
has been followed by typhoons and health problems for her sweet mother. And, just last week, the province where her
parents live experienced the worst flooding anyone can remember.
Question:
What’s the point?
Let’s
talk about the biggie now. The Covid-19 pandemic. You crushed the whole world, isolated us,
killed some of us. Weirdly, stupidly,
fucked-uply, the response to this virus turned political all around the globe. We remain under the thumb of this disease
today.
Thanks
for nothing, 2020.
And
you are responsible for dozens of other bones caught in my throat. Wildfires ravaging the states along our West
Coast. All around me the death of my friends
and the family of my friends. Sickness
and injury within my own family. My
sister in the hospital today, suffering from dehydration.
As
I write this, hurricane Zeta is crashing through the United States by way of Louisiana. Consider that. We have been through the naming alphabet with
two months of hurricane season remaining—that’s 26 storms when we normally see 12
in an entire season.
Next
up: the ugliest election I have ever seen.
No matter which way the various races fall, the result will be division
and discontent.
You
have two months left in your scabbard, 2020.
Perhaps you might consider doing something nice with these remaining
months. Maybe, a complete cure for breast
cancer. You could toss some new battery
technology our way so we can revolutionize energy storage.
You
have time left to become less sucky. How
about giving that a try?
—Mitchell Hegman
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