Twenty One: The Final Chapter


Itís that time of year again. The time of year when everyone and their dog waxes nostalgic about all the shit nobody cares about from the year past, and stupidly predicts the next year in the grim knowledge that when the next New Year comes along, nobody will remember that the dumbass predicted a bunch of foolish shit that turned out to be complete and utter balderdash.
I might as well go ahead and do it anyway. Just like I did last year (yes, a lot of this was pasted from last yearís final chapter).
Some of these links go to /. (these would be old stuff), S/N, mcgrewbooks.com, or mcgrew.info. As usual, first: the yearly index:
 
Journals:
Random Scribblings
the Paxil Diaries
2007
2008
2009
2010
2011
2012
2013
2014
2015
2016
2017
2018
2019
2020
 
Articles:
 
The Tool of the Rich
 
Illinois Weed
 
Thereís No Such Thing as a self-made Man
 
Gasoline Tax
 
How To Record Music From the Internet
 
What Went Wrong in Afghanistan?
 
Why I Donít Write Dystopian SF
 
How to Be a Vulcan
 
Why the National Anthem Should Be Changed
 
Dear President Biden
 
Dear Governor Pritzker,
 
The Horrible Reason Most Professional Sports Players Are Black
 
Words
 

 
Song
 
Welcome To the Jingle
 
Seventy Six Broke Bones
 

 
Last yearsí stupid predictions (and more):
 

I predicted that I would publish a book, and I released The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius. This year I'm predicting that I will have another volume of Random Scribblings; all it lacks as it stands is a table of contents and cover art.
I predicted that the monster would be banished on January 20 but the son of a bitch just wonít fucking go away! I just donít get it, he lost both the House and the Senate, never won the popular vote once, ďservedĒ a single term (if you can call it serving), but his party is still at his beck and call. I figured it out-the Republicans realized that America hates its policies and canít win an election without Trumpís racist base. Iíd like to predict that the Trumpian candidates all lose next year, but they probably wonít so I wonít predict at all.
But Iíll also hang on to most of last yearís predictions.
Someone will die. Maybe you, maybe me. Not necessarily anybody I know... we can only hope.
SETI will find no sign of intelligent life. Not even on Earth.
The Pirate Party wonít make inroads in the US. I hope Iím wrong about that one.
US politicians will continue to be wholly owned by the corporations.
Iíll still be a nerd.
Technophobic fashionista jocks will troll slashdot (but not S/N). I have no idea if that one or the following held up, anybody been there lately?
Microsoft will continue sucking.
The pandemic will continue plagueing us.
Happy New Year! Ready for another trip around the sun?
 



 

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