I must admit that at times during the nightmare year of 2019 I wondered whether I would be able to make it, even on all fours, to the year 2020.
The burning planet, Donald Trump, Boris Johnson, the rise of grubby right-wing populists all over the place, like Jason Kenney and Doug Ford. The monstrous sight of the ghastly Republican style Cons and their Ugly American leader Andrew Scheer bombarding us with attack ads 24/7, while their media stooges clapped like penguins.
Let's face it, it was bad, really bad.
But for me all of that ugly stuff was more than compensated for by this really great night.
It's an ugly little farce. A Home Alone 2 horror show, starring Donald Trump.
With the increasingly deranged Trump blaming Justin Trudeau and the CBC for allegedly editing this brief cameo role out of the movie.
It's Christmas Day in Canada. A day for me to give thanks for living in a country still so peaceful and so beautiful.
And a day when I rerun a post I wrote years ago to try to explain what Christmas means to me.
I don't know why I felt the need to explain that, the reasons have been lost in the mists of time, somewhere in Canada or somewhere in Scotland.
But it still speaks for what I believe in, and it does sum up why I fight every day for a better world. So here we go again.
I wasn't planning to write about politics today. It's Christmas Eve, I've totally surrendered to the spirit of the season.
And with all the goodies that arrived from Scotland in the last few days, including TWO Christmas puddings (after my Mum thought the first one had got lost in the mail) my buddy and I have enough food in the house to feed ourselves, our friends, and the whole neighbourhood.
But despite that, and the big blue box under the tree with my name on it, I still can't help thinking about how different things would be if the Cons had won the election.
It couldn't be a more disgusting spectacle, Jason Kenney and Scott Moe laying siege to Ottawa, trying to blackmail the federal government into giving them more money.
And threatening that if the government doesn't pay up, Alberta and Saskatchewan might separate.
It's an ugly argument from two very ugly Cons.
So I'm glad that Justin Trudeau is finally putting the Western separatists in their place.
For days Andrew Scheer was able to dodge reporters, who wanted to ask him about this potentially explosive, Con on Con probe.
The Conservative governing body is asking why the expenses filed to it by the office of former leader Andrew Scheer are roughly $700,000 over their usual amount.
As well as dodging Stephen Harper who is said to be absolutely furious, especially since Scheer is going to be Con leader for longer than he or anyone expected.
So I was glad to see that someone finally tracked down the Ugly American, in an airport, and forced him to explain himself.
As I'm sure you know, Jody Wilson-Raybould has been refusing to vacate a suite of offices on Parliament Hill that were assigned to her when she was a cabinet minister.
Even though now she's just a humble independent MP, and the new minister and his staff need them.
She didn't say no, she just didn't budge. She even had the place blessed.
The new Common's Speaker said he was prepared to evict her, if necessary.
For a moment it looked like it could end badly.
It's a truly bizarre situation. After two years of assaulting the eyes and ears of Canadians with one depraved attack ad after the other, Andrew Scheer has gone silent.
He's disappeared from public view, he isn't giving interviews.
And this lonely attack ad that makes Justin Trudeau look like a criminal is the only sign that the Ugly American is still out there somewhere.
He has been a professional politician for fifteen years, and is now one of the most right-wing members of a party more American than Canadian.
He is said to be worth about $9 million and counting, and must carry his bloated pension around in an armoured car.
He has offended the dignity of Parliament over and over again by yapping like an enraged hyena, and going after his opponents in the most disgusting manner
But still Pierre Poilievre isn't satisfied.
Once upon a time Andrew Scheer's Twitter feed pumped out a grotesque anti-Trudeau attack ad about every six hours, seven days a week.
But now that torrent of Con diarrhoea has all but dried up, along with Scheer's
creepy smile which has apparently been replaced by a look of sheer terror.
As he comes to terms with the reason he was forced to resign so suddenly.
