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Posted in A Chronicle Of Decline by Huckleberry on December 31, 2015

The Winter of Our Discontents.

This is becoming more and more of a tradition here, the final post of the year, The New Year’s Eve post. Here I sit in my little office at the ancestral (not really) compound out in the desert; it’s nearing twilight, the air outside is dry, hollow and brittle, and there isn’t hardly a living thing out there for miles larger than a snake or a bobcat. Nothing really stirring out there, and once the sun slips past the horizon the only light to be seen will be the billions of stars I couldn’t ordinarily see in the city. The telescope is already set up and pointed at Uranus, and no, that is not a joke or a crude play on nomenclature. I’m on my second bourbon, lubrication for cogitation, with the supposed college football playoff games on in the background. I’m not paying much attention because I don’t much care. I think this is the first year we’ve spent out in the desert. Usually we stay in the awful, horrible, no good city for the holidays anymore, or in the old days we would go camp out roughneck style in a different desert, but I think we’re finally doing it right for once. Yes, it’s colder than all Hell (in the Dantean sense anyway) outside, but it’s a form of peace and quiet that is utterly and thoroughly resplendent. We’ve got the oldest niece and nephew with us, I’m going to show them what the telescope that their great-grandfather built in his garage can really do, and we’ll ring in the new year out here among the Joshua trees. Tomorrow, we’ll go out into the cold, dry daylight and shoot at things.
And I will hardly think about what a terrible, horrible, awful, no good very bad year it’s been, or what a more terrible, more horrible, more awful, even more no good very bad year lay on the other side of midnight. The lone bright side is that 2015 didn’t seem to blaze by any more quickly than 2014 did.
That’s not nothing.
Terrorism is back in style, though for those paying attention it never went away. ISIS got bumped up from JV to Varsity, so I’m sure they’re thrilled. The burgeoning political paradigm in the crumbling vestiges of Western civilization pits the established 20th century order and their intellectual children against the all those who exist on the fringe of that outdated order. The central question still seems to be, though, can such a system be saved within itself, by it’s own processes?
This past year especially has convinced me that there is no saving the corroded husk of this thing we still out of habit refer to as Western civilization, and any attempt to try is not only fruitless but dangerous and ultimately counterproductive. The rot extends to all systems, from the political to the social to the ecumenical to the ajudicatory. It’s done, and it isn’t coming back.
There will of course be a next one, and on that you should focus your efforts and aspirations.
That’s enough good cheer.
I hope the New Year finds you well, and that all of the good things brought to you in 2015 carry over into 2016.
Happy New Year.


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  1. El Borak said, on December 31, 2015 at 20:11

    Happy New Year, Huck.

    • Doom said, on December 31, 2015 at 20:23

      Oh, I’ll be having on at midnight. If you have one, or more than one, I’ll be drinking to your health, and to one in “their eye”. If you wish to join me, in your time though it is good in spirit, do so. Even if I am one of “the eyes”. *grins* Been there, done that, on both sides. All good. Happy New Year.

    • Huckleberry said, on January 2, 2016 at 19:04

      Happy New Year to you as well.

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