It's hard to believe. The year 2017 is finally over, and we're still here.
But although just about everyone I know seems to heaving a giant sight of relief, and declaring that 2017 was a REALLY bad year.
I think some really good things happened during its brief reign.
Even though it was the year when I was almost killed.
The little ferry had to struggle against a howling bitterly cold wind, as it headed for the lonely part of the island, for the last time this year.
And the scene seemed to symbolize what the ghastly year of 2014 felt like to me.
Because it was a struggle. Sometimes it was hard to tell whether we going forwards or backwards. The foul stench of the Con regime was always in our faces. And there were times when I wondered whether I would make it to 2015.
But now the New Year is here, and like the glow of the setting sun, it brings with it the promise of brighter days ahead.
Golly. It's hard to believe that the horrible year of 2012 in Harperland is finally almost over.
And that I'm still standing.
For if on this day in 2010 I wrote this:
It was the worst of years. The year when the crazed tyrant Stephen Harper ripped a giant hole in the fabric of Canada, chewed on its heart and its liver, and lied through his bloody teeth.
This year was even WORSE.
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I can't remember a more gloomy New Year's eve, grey, strangely warm, and eerily ominous. Last year, on the final day of 2010, I wrote this:
It was the worst of years. The year when the crazed tyrant Stephen Harper ripped a giant hole in the fabric of Canada, chewed on its heart and its liver, and lied through his bloody teeth.
So what could I possibly write about the even more horrible year of 2011? The year when a morally degenerate ideologue, and his band of American-style RepubliCons, seized control of the country I love and began screwing it into submission.
For who could ever forget this image, of one of those ghastly Cons firing imaginary bullets into the legacy of murdered women, and the bleeding side of the helpless opposition?
