There was plenty of things to detest about it. For many, Trump's election is #1.
Then Trump's erection. You know, the whole "pussy grabbing" business. Horny Don probably won a lot of male voters for that, and who knows, a "bad boy" appeals to some women who may not want to admit it. Horny Don's wife, who has an accent almost as ridiculous as Zsa Zsa Huffington's, will now have one of the most powerful positions. Reverse cowgirl, I think. Surely she won't stay with dog style. Yes, a nude model and trophy wife is going to be "First Lady."
Hell, some public official named Taylor declared she was glad Melania would be around, a "classy" first lady. She was tired of seeing "a ape in high heels."
Taylor, obese and homely, was just one of thousands who took Trump's election as an open invitation to be racist in public and get away with it.
The big news looking back on 2016 was, "Oh, oh, ALL the famous people who died." As opposed to the millions of ordinary drones.
The top names as far as the media was concerned: David Bowie, Prince and George Michael. What could they have in common?
At the very end of the year, Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds died within days of each other, which was sad. Another tragedy was that a bad amateur drawing was elevated to high art, and went viral, with the help of Todd Fisher.
While ISIS is much more vocal about telling you what's in heaven (a lot of virgins and goats), we learned from this is that once you die, you go into wardrobe, get fitted in an outfit from your most famous film, and spend eternity reenacting it.
Through all the miseries of 2016, you were told "things could be worse." Which is an excuse for tolerating all kinds of crap.
Things rarely get better, do they? Oh, Apple or Samsung will announce a new OS or phone, and it will turn out to be full of bugs, or it'll explode.
If I had to point to one thing, beyond the obvious (nobody in my immediate family dying, for example) that 2016 gave me it's: PEACE AND QUIET FROM PHONE PESTS.
I didn't think it could happen. Laws against telemarketers are weak, few laws are enforced, these jerks keep getting fresh numbers for their harassment, and they use devious ways to get around blocking numbers or area codes. This latter deal involves "spoofing." No, not in the sense of Mel Brooks and "Blazing Saddles," more along the lines of Habib Al-Hummus using a faked up Washington D.C. area code and pretending to be with the IRS, or a jerk tellin' ya he's wit da benevolent POLICE chariddy so gimme ya creddit kod numba."
Enter, the usually dreaded Time Warner (now "Spectrum") and something called NOMOROBO.
NOMOROBO maintains a database of known spammers. Once complaints on a number are detected, that number is BLOCKED and nobody who has signed up with NOMORORBO will be bothered. NOMOROBO intercepts the call before it gets to me.
This is a vast improvement on my Panasonic phone answering machine. Once bothered, I typed the phone number into the machine, and yes, it blocked the call. But I was limited to maybe 20 numbers, and the phone would ring once before it intercepted and blocked the call. I had a moment of distraction before the peace.
2016 is down in my book (or rather, up on my blog) as the YEAR THE PHONE PESTS GOT SQUASHED.
I'm still waiting for that technology APP that will BLOCK crap on the Internet, like pop-up videos on news websites that SHOW me some CNN or FOX news item related to what I want to READ about.
I want an APP that will BLOCK on ANY reference (besides maybe an obituary) to a KARDASHIAN. It would also be great to check a news website and see a blank square where a photo of Paul Ryan is. Imagine banning any article that mentions somebody's "Belly Bump" or "Wardrobe Malfunction."
Well, ok, maybe we'll allow "Wardrobe Malfunction" as long as the BLOCK is very much in place on "BLAC CHYNA."
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