I had a strong sense of foreboding at this time last year. The election was bound to be close; anything–a strike, a hurricane, an increase in the cost of eggs or gas, a new Israeli war–could tip the outcome the wrong way. I was walking on eggshells. It was nervewracking.
With Trump in office, on the other hand, 2025 will be the year of known unknowns. Will we go to war with Iran? Will we have universal tariffs and increased inflation? Will we attack Mexico? Will Trump send federal troops to run California? Will we have vast deportation camps in Texas? Will the Russians march into Kyiv? The issues are obvious; the answers are all subject to the whims of the man on golf cart.
One thing is for sure–Trump doesn’t care what I think, so I’m not responsible for it if he runs the country into the ground. That’s liberating, in a way.
Happy New Year!