The End of an Error

Adios to'24, #46 and other horrors!

As of this writing, it’s just a matter of hours before we trash the 2024 calendar and practice writing 2-0-2-5. It will be 3 more weeks of lingering reflux and flatulence before we are finished with Biden-Harris generated political gastroenteritis that has plagued Americans for four long, hard, grueling years. The allegorical flushing of the Augean Stables by Donald ‘Hercules’ Trump couldn’t be more appropriate. The Orange ‘Herc’ has only 11 Labors to go. The whole world is watching…

While a 2024 Year in Review is as compelling as it is long, I’ll leave them to others with greater memories and research talent to compose. Many pieces are already in profusion; ‘tis the season, after all.

One item that might not make the Lists, is the passing of the ‘Legacy Media’. It, too, couldn’t come at a better time and no better way than professional suicide. MSNBC, CNN, WaPo, NYT and the Big 3 led the Prevarications Industry in the last game of Russian Roulette that had been going on for decades. Every legislative and technological advance in disseminating ‘news” made the fatal bullet more powerful.

Like the residuals from the B-H induced ‘inverted volcano’ effect, the mortally wounded MSM will die a long, lingering death. Alas, it will never be entirely gone or forgotten; its effects will have to be culturally and legislatively treated for many moons. The good news is the diagnosis forecasts a rapid loss of what tiny Integrity remains; vestiges of Truth are all but dead already. MSM’s death throes are futile and transparent CYA efforts with spasms of unilateral Finger-Pointing and Blame Gaming. These are but distractions from the Fat Lady rehearsing next door.

“Like Sands Through and Hourglass…so are the days of our lives”

If you were supremely fortunate to have missed it, you may not appreciate that opening line from the unmercifully long run of “Days of Our Lives” soap opera. (FWIW – it’s now streaming the 61^st season!)

But I digress…

Other than Current Events, 2024 had its Downs…

Sadly, I lost Tim Jones, a 30-year friend who designed the cover of “the little black book on Whitewater”, my first commercial scribbling. From the working relationship grew the friendship over shared Sarcasm, Cynicism and Irony wrapped in a candy bar. He wrote Booth a novel. He was murdered by the VA, the Idaho and Washington medical racket, Obamacare and the legal ‘profession’

After 13 years, 4 months, we said good-by to Nellie t’Bell, one of the greatest Golden Retrievers ever, succumbing to a combination of things for which veterinary medicine hasn’t discovered a cure. Of course, everyone who has had a dog had the Best Dog Ever, but Nellie was the Superlative Exception: she was the Greatest of the Greatest.

I got a new hip. Later, I picked up double-pneumonia + COVID + 3 hospital days. Bad but not bad considering my life was saved by Mrs. Wilson who, uncharacteristically, called upon her depth of medical knowledge, news broadcasting experience and years at Johns-Hopkins to tell a doctor to fuck off* and whisk me to a real hospital. *(My translation – Mrs. Wilson does not deploy profane invectives) (She does, but I cannot quote her in public so don’t share this with anyone)

And the Ups…

Not able to accommodate the Black Hole Miss Nelly left in our lives, we drove to Virginia to pick up Princess Gracie Belle. Thirteen years between puppies is life-changing, an epiphany! Still, 35 years with at least one GR under foot transcends Life Style into Addiction. Despite the customary 10-2-4 nightly potty runs, destroyed underwear, footwear, and those unpredictable living room Zoomies, we wouldn’t have it any other way. (maybe)

Cassie’s Highlander and my Tundra turned 13 and cleared their 100,000 mile markers. We celebrated another year of “No Car Payments!” with two new sets of tires and the customary oil and filter changes. With virtually no expenses other than new batteries awhile back, these two vehicles appear to be absolutely indestructible – which is great since the new ones are absolutely unaffordable!

My 3^rd suppressor finally arrived after a mere 13 month wait. This sustains the Government’s Motto: “We’re prompt no matter how long we take!”

Best of all…

BrianWilsonWrites grew exponentially. This elicits my eternal thanks to all who Read, Listened, Shared, Forwarded, Re-Stacked or Promoted my (not so) humble offerings. Special appreciation to the Founding Members, Paid Subscribers, Donators and Friends Who Bought Me Coffee! Also, a hat tip to Timmy, Brad, Dom, Frank, Mary, Vonu, and all who kept the Response pages humming. H/Ts to Dom Scarcella, Brad Smith, Tom Gresham, Don Williams, Richard Arrowood, T.L. Davis, Jim Bovard, and Tom diLorenzo for the 70+ podcasts we added to the BWW Menu. And most importantly to You. Whether you’re a veteran since Day One or this is your first indecent exposure to BWW, if You weren’t reading this, I’d be forced to re-start my electric accordion lessons. You can only imagine the side effects.

2025 looks to be an even more “transformative” year than this one. Trump’s MAGA Return to the swamp of the Logic Free Zone may be the best thing to happen to the Washington “Blob” and us American citizens. OTOH, as I and others have often written, there are events unfolding and forces lurking to make “transformational” a dirty word.

For as long as the electricity stays on and the Happy Pills are effective, I’ll be do my keyboard-pounding best to keep such matters in view and up for discussion as I slide down the razor blade of life into a new decade. Otherwise, please be prepared to help with Bond and Bail funds.

For my last Best,, my thanks and appreciation to my underpaid, overworked Editor, Proof Reader, IT Manager, Award-Winning Epicurean Chef and 36 Year Romantic Interest, Cassie Wilson, without whom none of this would be possible. Well…it would be ‘possible’, but the quality, accuracy, consistency, grammar, context and inspiration would suffer terminally.

Until sometime next year, have a wild ‘n wooly (or safe and relaxing) New Year’s Eve. I’ll be over at the gym paying for Christmas dinner (BWAHAHAHAHA!)

BW

Meanwhile, it’s New Year’s Eve!