I've had an almost-written post in drafts for the entire week. It was going to be a monster post, looking back on conservatives' slide into insanity. So monster, in fact, that I was going to break it in two, because it was just that bad.
The whole stinkin' year. Since the dawn of 2015, we've had to contend with the most ridiculous Republican primary contest ever, with a group of names that don't even qualify to be Santa's reindeer. A humorless, pessimistic bunch of goons.
Who wants to read that crap on New Year's Eve? So instead, I decided I'd just tell you why I wasn't going to do that monster retrospective and let Obama's anger translator do the rest of the work for me.
Whatever 2015 was, it wasn't much fun. It was a lot of inane moments with no levity.
For 2016, I wish us all laughs, smiles, and success in ways we didn't even imagine possible.
Love to you all, even my proofreaders and critics. And a toast to a better year.
