I watched the sun go down for the last time on 2020, and it was as ugly and as threatening as the cursed year.
Which seemed right to me because it was the worst year I have ever known. One with more dead than anyone could count, more fear and more madness and the prospect of even more horror to come.
A year only the Grim Reaper could love.
And instead of making people feel safer, deciding instead to make a "cheery cheesecake."
But now it's worse.
I'm proud to say that not for one fleeting second, did I ever believe that Doug "Meatloaf" Ford was fit to be the Premier of Ontario.
And I've always considered the idea of that brutish dumb Con trying to lead the province through a murderous pandemic, the stuff of nightmares.
But not any longer. Now the nightmare is only too real.
For not only is the deadly virus surging out of control in Ontario, thanks to Ford's criminal incompetence and his absurd pre-Boxing Day mockdown.
His much touted vaccine program is going absolutely nowhere.
If everything had gone according to plan, or at least according to plan B, I might have been spending Christmas with my parents not far from Loch Ness in the Scottish highlands.
My original plan was to visit them in late June, and I had bought two tickets in January, so when the Covid monster struck I was left with two tickets to nowhere.
But thinking that by Christmas the lockdowns would be lifted by late December I started making plans to spend Christmas in Scotland.
And I was looking forward to spending the holidays with my parents for the first time in years, as well as taking in the wild Hogmanay celebrations in Edinburgh.
Justin Trudeau was apparently looking forward to a quieter 2020 than he had experienced the year before.
But the Year from Hell forced him to govern like he never had before.
Luckily for Canadians he was more than able to rise to the occasion.
And the photographer Adam Scotti was there to record the year in pictures.
In a better time with higher standards, Doug Ford would never have become the Premier of Canada's largest province.
And like many other Canadians, I did my best to warn people about him.
But the dumb Ford Nation went ahead and voted for him anyway.
And now many of them are dying of stupidity.
As we all know Donald Trump is having a very hard time accepting the results of the U.S. election.
So even though an American is dying of Covid every 33 seconds, all he does is rant and rave and tweet stuff like this:
GREATEST ELECTION FRAUD IN THE HISTORY OF OUR COUNTRY!!!
— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) December 20, 2020
While desperately looking for ways to overturn the election results.
As you may recall, I never believed Erin O'Toole when after he became Con leader he claimed that he had changed.
Claimed that after pandering to racists, misogynists, homophobes, and other kooks to win the leadership, he wasn't really one of them.
He managed to fool a lot of Canadians but he never fooled me.
Time after time I was proved right, and now I've been proved right again.
There's a sign in my neighbourhood just by the closed ice rink that reads as follows:
"THIS IS WHERE WE WILL SING TOGETHER AGAIN. SEE YOU WHEN IT'S SAFE."
But sadly we won't be singing again anytime soon, because my neighbourhood is locked down.
And the coronavirus' second wave is surging all over Canada.
For weeks Erin O'Toole has been trying to scare Canadians into believing that Canada was going to be the last country in the world to receive Covid vaccines.
Taking advantage of their anxiety for crass political purposes, which is as low as you can go.
And growing a Pinocchio nose for lying like a thief, as only a Con could.
For this is outrageous...
I started pinning a Pinocchio nose on Erin O'Toole a few weeks ago because I was so angry at the way he lies all the time.
And so frustrated that our shabby Con media was allowing him to get away with murder.
But I'm feeling a lot better now.
For some in the media have started criticizing the ghastly serial liar, and his nose just keeps getting bigger and bigger.
As the days darken, and the pandemic surges, I sometimes have trouble remembering what day of the week it is, let alone the date.
But I never forget this date: December 6, 1989.
Because on that day in Montreal something horrifying happened.
I never thought the Cons could come up with another leader who could lie as much as Andrew Scheer.
For Scheer was the worst serial liar this country has ever known, and his Pinocchio nose just grew and grew until it was practically a weapon.
Nobody could beat that I thought.
But sadly, I was wrong.
