Happy New Year, Bitches.

The last two (three?) years have been of low quality. This year, we are, once again, in for the election of our lives. For some incredibly stupid reason, the right seems determined to turn us into Chile or Brazil or Argentina or one of those other countries where the disparities in life outcomes are stark and insurmountable.

I think it’s time we stopped asking why. There are far too many polls that continue to ask a minority of very deluded people in this country what they think on a variety of very important subjects. And you know before you even read them exactly how many of our fellow Americans have truly lost the plot and that they believe the most improbable thing that will absolve their chosen leaders of any accountability whatsoever.

We can’t absolve the left in this. In 2008, the Obama campaign micro marketed him to the masses with precision, destroying the base of the Democratic Party, the Old Coalition. You want to talk about Cancel Culture? Obama’s campaign invented it. We were there. I still believe that the people who pushed, no shoved, no threw out the window Hillary Clinton’s campaign were Wall Street boys who knew the collateralized debt obligations and credit default swaps were reaching a catastrophic tipping point.

It’s been all downhill since then.

That was the year that I wrote The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pantsuit (caution: stream of consciousness mode) and noticed for the first time in my life that it was more acceptable to call women whatever came to mind at the moment. I felt a chill. It got worse during TFG’s presidency. He was hired to create chaos and to tear it all down. Those of us who read history know that in crisis there is an opportunity for the con men and thieves and power hungry to grab whatever isn’t tied down.

Last year was the worst. I’m really sick of a bunch of religious zealots telling women to be mothers and to go back home, sit down and shut up. Yep, really tired of it. I didn’t come of age in that era and I’m sure as hell not going back to it when women really were second class citizens.

I can’t make the Facebook drunk and deluded women who vote for their oppressors in the hopes that like those fish on sharks they’ll get a few pieces of leftover tuna, change their minds and form a critical mass with the rest of us. I’ve had enough of that. It’s pointless.

I’m looking to make a statement this year. Don’t know how I’m going to do it yet but it’s coming. Oh, and once again, Pennsylvania will be in the middle of a monumental fight for a US Senate seat. My adrenal glands are tapped out from all of the stress of the last 10 years but I’m going to give it all that’s left.

Here’s a good reminder that Democrats sacrificed women in 2008. I’m hearing the same complaints about Kamala Harris. She cackles. She’s unlikeable. Well, she’s not running this year but things better change in the next two years or we’ll be stuck with yet another guy in the Oval Office and I’m not having it.