Well kids. I usually do a long post about the past year and wishing everyone a Happy and Joyous New Year and all that. But coming to the end of 2016, I'm just not feeling especially wordy this time around. We all know how this year turned out. So many icons and important people cashed out. I won't list them all.
But more importantly, what about those who left us who's impact is known only to those whom they leave behind. Relatives, friends, spouses, significant others, even beloved critters. To me, they will be more missed and must be mourned more than some celebrity, VIP, or mover and shaker. Those whom we celebrated and loved most in our circles. The ones who made us what we are, influenced us, stuck by us that some of their greatness rubbed off on us. Those are whom I raise my glass to.
I don't want to dwell on the election, as ubiquitous and interminable the outcome is. The Cheeto-elect won and as for me, I'm waiting with baited breath to see how much of a clustermuck he makes. Everybody has their way of dealing with the possibilities a Trump presidency will bring. Some will protest, fight, and man the battlements, others will worry themselves into a tizzy. I'm going to go to work as I've always done and try to make a living and try to keep the Little House in the Ghetto from falling around my ears.
I'm heading to the Denise's house with a bottle of Kahlua, a six-pack of good beer and surround myself with good friends, an adorable almost 4 year old and an assortment of fat dogs and cats. I hope that you have plans to ring in the New Year with family, friends and loved ones. If you're going out, don't be stupid. Call a cab or Über or Lyft if you're tying one on. I want to see Yinz around to experience life under King Cheeto.
In closing, I wish to extend this benediction to you all. One of my favorite Bible verses.
May the Lord bless you and keep you.
May the Lord make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious unto you.
May the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and (most of all) GRANT. YOU. PEACE!!
From the last resident of the Little House in the Ghetto, located in the pastoral and peaceful neighborhood of Homewood-Brushton in the city of Pittsburgh, Taxsylvania, this is your 99 and 44/100% pure Pierre Wheaton signing off. See Yinz on the other side. Go Stillers!