2017, huh? Am holding on to the hope that the odd years match the even numbers in the Star Trek films, and that we’re in for a good twelve months. You have no idea how desperately I’m clinging to that, especially since it hasn’t exactly been the most festive holiday season. We lost some recognizable folks in December. It hit me in an unexpected way because, while I didn’t know them personally, they were a visible part of my life while I was growing up.
I think we tend to hold these people a bit closer to us because of how we recognize them in life. Carrie Fisher WAS Princess Leia to me when I was a kid. George Michael WAS singing he wanted my sex despite the fact he wasn’t my type, didn’t have a chance, and needed to shave. I guess for those of us who didn’t appreciate their impact in life, we can take solace that, according to the son of evangelist Billy Graham, Franklin Graham, he informed us that Carrie and George are in hell unless they repented.
Because that’s uplifting, in the spirit of the holiday, and very Christian-like for him to have mentioned. Perhaps Franklin followed that up with a rendition of “I Want Your Donation” with the church choir.
Little Brother and his husband stayed with me and His Majesty during the New Year, and we’ve been chatting about where we might like to take trips in 2017. I’m going to go on record and say I think Rio de Janeiro is out. Have you heard about their new mayor? Marcelo Crivella is his name in case you were wondering. Marcelo is of the belief that failed abortions result in gay children. That’s who the people there want leading their city. I mean, is that a little bit cray-cray or what? That would be like folks in the US voting for a presidential candidate who’s misogynist, racist, anti-lgbt, makes fun of disabled people, lacks common decency, and… Er, hold that thought.
Speaking of the man who’s supposedly going to be representing all Americans later this month, his dreams for the perfect presidency took a hit this week when he learned Miss Cleo had passed away last year. She was to replace the intelligence community, but he is looking into contacting her in the beyond for a recommendation of who might be chosen in her absence. Dr. Ben Carson suggested contacting whoever actually built the pyramids might be a good fit, despite their potential illegal alien status since they may actually be aliens.
This is going to be a rough fucking year, folks. The best thing we can do is learn to laugh at it. The late-night talk show hosts are going to have a field day, so why shouldn’t we join in a bit? The chances I’ll ever get invited to Camp Dimitri…David for a cup of tea and pleasant chat are pretty non-existent. So maybe we hope for the best.
I’d like it if Donald Trump proves me wrong. I welcome it, in fact. I’d also like to be proven wrong with organizations stating their intentions to roll back lgbt protections. Just in case, though, get ready to drop your drawers in front of the religious community and pretend you’re an altar boy.