Waiting until a few minutes before 2017 to publish this, I’ve spent portions of my day today writing this final entry for 2016. The way the multitudes of icons have left us suddenly during this past year, I didn’t want to leave anyone out from my list of those who have dearly departed. Excuse my use of euphemisms, but it’s so much easier to type them than the word “died.”
This addendum takes up from where we left off previously on December 10th, until (almost) the new year; may it not be as tragic as the one prior:
- Valerie Gell, 71, guitarist and singer (the all-girl beat band, The Liverbirds).
- Alan Thicke, 69, Canadian actor (Growing Pains).
- Craig Sager, 65, sportscaster (Turner Sports).
- Henry Heimlich, 96, physician (Heimlich maneuver).
- Zsa Zsa Gabor, 99, actress and socialite.
- Rick Parfitt, 68, British musician, singer, songwriter (Status Quo).
- George Michael, 53, British singer, songwriter (Wham).
- Carrie Fisher, 60, actress, novelist and scteenwriter (Star Wars).
- Debbie Reynolds, 84, actress, dancer, singer (Singing in the Rain).
- William Christopher, actor, (M*A*S*H’s Fr. Mulcahy).
A Social Media talking head, Paul Joseph Watson, tweeted the following on Twitter:
Saying 2016 was the “worst year ever” because some people you never knew died & you were defeated politically is incredibly stupid.
Granted, many have said 2016 was the pits. I have alluded to it in my previous rants about personal heroes who died and became ghosts. Sure, I never met them; but they played an important role in my upbringing, musical tastes, philosophical merriment and mores, filling voids left behind by a dead parent, a sadistic older brother, and various other bullies who were a torment to me in my younger years. Those celebrities offered an escape for which I’m forever grateful.
However, having viewed one of Watson’s long-winded tirades on Youtube, I felt he made his point vividly in describing the plasticity of those on various venues of Social Media, about how this past year seemed utterly grueling to their emotional well-being, and became fodder for their want of re-tweets, likes and attention; many of whom weren’t even born when those causing the melodramatic pain and emptiness were in their prime and heyday.
Those displaced from their homes and injured in war-torn parts of the world, victims and families who suffered from the throes of terrorism, past generations who lived through extraordinarily tough times like world wars, depressions, plagues, famine, mad rulers and dictators, people who lost their jobs and have no income, and loved ones of the celebrities or their own family who died recently are those who have the right to actually complain about how rough a year has been.
As far as American politics, I’m over it. Life goes on. We’re a tough breed on this side of the pond. We’ve been through and survived untold sagas and heartbreak before, weathered economical downslides and crashes, fought wars, withstood political turmoil, discrimination and hatred. So what else is new?
I’m just wondering what the so-called alt-right will have and use as a political punching bag or football, if you will, once the present administration leaves office and the newly elected moves in. I would love to see all this perennial, political trash-talking cease to exist for at least one day on Social Media and the Internet.
Right, that will never happen, or left even. Can’t we find middle ground and have a descent conversation without involving the vitriol and name-calling that has consumed this past year? That is what made 2016 the worst in my humble opinion.
So, with a new year’s dawning, let’s hope 2017 will make America and all of the world happy and civil again. I’m just happy to have made it through 2016 in one piece. So many weren’t as lucky.
Thanks for reading this rant and for your continued support. May the upcoming months find health, success and prosperity for all, as the saying goes.