It is Christmas Eve and this year Santa brought us all a stick and a lump of coal and a great big pile of horseshit without a pony in sight. I was idly wondering how long it would take Santa to visit every household in the world. I figure one minute to slip down the chimney, distribute presents, wink, place his finger next to his nose, and disappear up the flue again [I mean, he has been doing this a long time, so he is pretty good at it.] Seven billion people in the world, maybe 1.5 billion households, that makes 25,000,000 hours, not counting travel time [of course, the 1.5 billion Muslims would be rather startled by his appearance, but he is an equal opportunity elf.] Call it 2700 years plus or minus. It went faster when homo sapiens was just a couple of thousands hominids gathered around their fires.
Look at it this way. It has got to get better, right? Maybe Donald J. will become so fixated on the morning of January 20th looking at himself in the mirror that he will miss the ceremony. Besides, in three days I will be eighty-three. I figure I can’t last more than another seventeen years. A man can stand anything for seventeen years.
Well, that is about as much Christmas cheer as I can muster. Happy holidays, folks.