A happy and joyous 2021 to all men of decency and civility and goodwill!
As the liver is shutting down--among other erosions of cancer--I doubt I'll be around much of 2021, but I am confident God has let me live long enough to see the beginning of that for which I've constantly yearned since the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius, the death throes of the hippies, the Gotterdammerung of the hippies.
Having ruled politics, bureaucracy, culture, academia, the media since the mid-term elections of 1974 when they ousted the white guys, the Man, the Establishment, they aren't going gently and quietly, but they are going. There's still a lot of them in positions of power and authority, but their numbers are decreasing, not increasing.
What is to come after the hippiepocalyse, I have no idea, but it surely can't be any worse than the Age of Aquarius has been.
So I thank God that I'm at least seeing the beginning of the end of them, as if watching the last dinosaur, mired and sinking in the quicksand, roaring and bellowing in fear and frustration at its inevitable extinction.
