Happy New Year! It’s 2020! Wags will quip that “it’s not really a new decade—that doesn’t start until next year, in 2021.” It’s a case where the wags are correct on the facts, but don’t appreciate how appealing that nice, round “0” at the end looks. Everyone was excited for 2000 AD; 2001 was greeted with shrugs.
Regardless, it’s an exciting time to be alive, in every sense of the word “exciting.” 2020 is a presidential election year, with a contentious, cartoonish Democratic primary season to endure. The impeachment trial is (allegedly) coming up soon, if Speaker Nancy Pelosi decides to rummage through her purse and take them to the Senate.
America is enjoying an economic boom, with a long bull market and the lowest unemployment rate since 1969. President Trump’s administration is restoring some sense of sanity and reason to the absurdity of 21st-century governance. He at least expects the government to work for the American people, not actively against them.
New Years’ Day is when bloggers both look back to the year recently passed, and look ahead to the coming year. Prediction posts are popular and fun, so long as you don’t take them too seriously.
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