I really do hope everyone is having a great holiday season, actually. But as we get ready for 2016, another terror warning has gone out, with ISIS expected to strike again somewhere in Europe before New Year’s Eve.
We are being advised–by security experts, naturally–that it will not be safe to join any large gatherings. But really, who knows? It might not be safe to join any small gatherings, either. In fact, it might be safest not to go out at all.
So don’t mind me. I’ll be celebrating New Year’s Eve in the blanket fort in my bedroom. I’ll barricade myself in and will play Donald Trump speeches on a loop, the ones in which he assures us that when he becomes President, he will ban anyone who looks different and scary. That should solve the problem. What’s that…what if I end up being too different and have to go? Who said I was thinking that far ahead?
Or…that’s what I would be doing if I wanted to live in fear. But I can’t give up celebrating my favorite holiday, even if the world is about to end. In case Daesh cares, my friends and I are going to be at some Portland bar tomorrow night, doing decadent, impure things. As one does on New Year’s Eve. Have an amazing 2016, everyone!