January 1, 2008 | As the cold dawn of 2008 breaks I cast my jaundiced eye upon the sorry state of the world and hereby resolve not to resolve. I won't go quite as far as Maureen Dowd and opt for exorcism (NY Times, Dec 30, 2007) instead of resolutions, but in my maturity accept the futility of compiling lists of heartfelt, albeit utterly unrealistic, resolutions for self-improvement in the new year. Reality is a stubborn thing, and eventually must be recognized; towit, January 1, 2007, 2006, 2005...
Instead, I shall prognosticate. In 2008:
The US will elect a new president. There are strong indications this will come to pass, and we shall all be relieved that the campaign is finally over. For the space of, oh, a few hours, we can pretend the 2012 campaign won't start until at least November 5th of 2008.
The Global War On Terror (GWOT) will continue apace, and George W Bush will insist until his last presidential breath (at high noon, January 20, 2009) that we're winning and that he won't abide any pesky Washington politicians (except himself and Dick Cheney) trying to stop the insanity.
The Hollywood writers' strike will end, probably with a whimper of sniveling defeat that will be framed as victory, ended not be a fair and equitable settlement among the parties, but by perfidy of fat cats who will no longer abide the interruption to their cash flows. Are you listening, Jay Leno, Conan O'Brien, Jimmy Kimmel, Jon Stewart, and Stephen Colbert? And the pressure of self-congratulatory award shows will work as inexorably to force a settlement as a spring thaw works to end a garbage strike.
On December 31, 2008, we shall all be 366 days older than we were on December 31, 2007 (2008 is a leap year after all), unless we happen to pass to the great beyond before then, wherever that is.
The sun will continue to rise in the east, and the globe will continue to warm, notwithstanding the advent of nuclear winter following the launching of another Bush war in the middle east.
Whoever is elected president couldn't possibly be worse than George Bush, unless, of course, perish the thought, it's Rudy Giuliani, or Mitt Romney, or Mike Huckabee, or Duncan Hunter, or Alan Keyes, or Ron Paul, or Fred Thoompson, or John McCain.
Ah, yes, 2008 will be a wonderful year! That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.