2021 staggered to its end, leaving smoke behind: insurrection, impeachment, pandemic, withdrawal, fire, flood, plague, inflation. Yet here we are again, counting down to midnight, convinced the new year will be better. Hope is America’s most abused drug. Midnight strikes, the confetti falls, and the calendar flips. Different number. Same circus.
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