Hillary Clinton. Yes, I’m enormously pleased for the former
secretary of state. Were she any sort of honest mortal being who hadn’t
exploited her position of public trust to make herself one of the few well-heeled
people in the country, she would, in all likelihood be our next president. Had
she not been so schizoid that she readily and shamelessly obstructed our
nation’s transparency laws, she would, in all likelihood be our next president.
Had she not been so haughty in her pending “victory” and campaigned in
Wisconsin once, or Michigan more, she would, in all likelihood, be our next
president. I’m thankful she wasted time campaigning in Arizona. Had
Hillary campaigned like she wanted the position and not like she was
predestined for it and had it already in hand, she would, in all likelihood be
our next president. She did not and will not be our next President, and for
that I and America's basket full of deplorables are forever thankful.
The media, the fourth estate. Thank you, journalists, for being
yourselves. From your bogus “fact checking” to important think-pieces on how
the GOP may collapse, you could not have helped more if you were
on the payroll. After years of working to keep your agenda-driven bias hidden
behind a tinny veneer of credibility, you put a match to the whole damn thing. What
a delight it was to watch your faces on election night as reality set in and the tears began to flow. It couldn’t have happened to more deserving group of liberal lapdogs. The
thin air inside your elitist New York and Washington bubble led you to think
calling half the country racist for eight years and telegraphing your elation over
the expectation of calling them sexist for the next eight was a well-thought
out plan. On top of all that, I am eternally thankful for your disinclination
(or incompetence) to learn from any of this. Please, double down on your
arrogance. Continue to talk about anyone who lives in a state that doesn’t have
a coastline. And if you happen to find yourself enduring a layover in an
airport somewhere between NYC and LA, start calling everyone uneducated and
poor. Please, continue making someone like myself happy.
Curses, particularly in sports. Hey, my whole blogging life
isn’t politics. I’m a Cubs fan. Do you not think the Cubs and Indians World Series was amazing? The best part about the World Series this year was no
matter which team won, it wasn’t going to be a repeat. The curse of the Billy goat is no more. The best
part about sports curses is the emotional investment fans put in them. It’s
never that their team was beaten, it was that celestial dynamisms prevented
them from victory. There’s something fun about seeing long-suffering Cub fans
finally have something to celebrate, especially when they’ve beaten a curse.
"Go Cubs Go." There is, of course, much more for which to be thankful this year, but candidly
isn’t the fact that Democrats were subdued at the ballot box enough for one
year? Even the media’s implosion would have been enough for one year.
Let 2016 be remembered as the year Bill and Hillary Clinton were
sent packing, many in the media were unmasked and were caught with their pants
down. Cubs are World Champions. If that isn’t enough to be thankful for, you’re
probably a democrat or a member of the left leaning media with your pants down or an Indians fan.