Looking Back With 2020, Good or Bad?

November 12, 2020

The blog….

Its been a wild one, for better or worse though?

We had Trump and Musk got the US of A getting bods into orbit again and of course c-19 and the vaxxes..

Bar stating the obvious and a pun on 20/20 vision what can we take out of this years experience as a collective. Worst year yet or a good chance for a clean break from the old norms.

Time will tell.

Trumpism vs Sense:

Socialism states vs capatialist states re virus reaction:

Freedom vs state control:

Financial pros and cons:

A note on war and immigration:

Mr. M. Pottucks twist:

2020 has been a year of deep fakes and shallow truths. 2020 was the year the Earth stood still, (unless you’re having a meal, then you carry on drinking sunshine). 2020 was the year where the lazy man held the moral high ground and Karen’s everywhere were enemy number one.

For many 2020 has been a very trying time indeed. Wether you believe in the cause of the pandemic or not, nobody can deny that there is a pandemic, be it medical or political (my jury is still out).

The global big brother house of America had its presedential elections again this year and it was the usual debacle of schoolground fooliry. I wonder if sales of vodka flavoured popcorn went up in Russia?

“We” sent humans into space again this year, which shouldn’t really have been as big a deal as it was. It’s not like we ever stopped sending people into space. It’s just this time the Americans did it all by themselves again like good little children who’ve just graduated from using the safety scissors for the third time. Keep in mind though that it wasn’t some government backed notion of unification and oneness that’s got the Americans back in the space race. It’s nothing but corporate monopolositation that’s their driving motivation. The mines of Terra are running dry and now Mars is in their sights. Yeah that’s right Elon, I ain’t buyin what you’re selling and not just because it’s wildy out of my price range (though mostly that). You very cleverly market yourself as some sort of social, economical and technological guru who’s a man of the people. You promise them cheap family electric green renewable cars. You use all the buzz words of the day. You even hijack the name of the great pioneer Nicola Tesla who historicaly tried to give the world FREE electricity and was shunned for it by other so called forward thinkers. You’re there getting high with Jo Rogan talking about how scared you are of artificial intelligence and I’m still sat scared of the good old fashioned human intelligence like some 90s scream fanboy. I would wonder why nobody has punched you in the face yet except I’ve heard that’s actually part of your initiation now to get into your special clubs?!?

The end is nigh

On the flip side of all that monkey madness if you just so happen to swing in certain circles you might have been aware of what many are calling the greatest mass awakening of human consciousness in recent history, or at least since the 1960s. It seems that it’s in times of great darkness that the light is most clearly seen. The start of 2020 saw an influx of breakups throughout the land and I’m not just talking about the culmination of longest ass breakup ever between the sexy and cultured suaveness of the European Union and the belchy and belligerent Boris-ness of the United Kingdom. We’ve got her majesty to thank that Scotland stayed with us ay or we would have lost some moral high ground in the name there. Give it twenty years and the story of Brexit will spark a brand bIg enough to rival the MCU. So here’s where we move into one of my favourite playgrounds, the cliche carousel. Tough times that can often feel like death can actually be times of great and powerful rebirth. It’s like a stripping away of the old to make way for something new and fresh. I read somewhere once that “in our search for the truth we shouldn’t search directly for it. That’s far too difficult. Instead, we should look for what’s false, get rid of that and then what’s left must be the truth.” Ok I’ll grant you that is, perhaps a bit airy fairy and spiritually la di da and I’m not sure if it holds up very well to the scientific method but hey, this is my playground. All any of us can really speak about with even an ounce of clarity (if that) is our own perspective and for me this year has been a stripping away of the unnecessary, a cleaning of the canvass, bringing things back to the bare bones. Trump is gone (isn’t he?) but I sincerely hope that he stays in our hearts forever, so that we may look back on these times as a lesson, whatever side of his fence you placed your pussy on. Brexit is done with (isn’t it?) and we didn’t lose any of those candy bars or cereals we were worried about losing, or if we did nobody’s noticed yet. I recognise that times have been tough for a lot of people on a lot of different levels. I’m reminded of a quote from one of my all time favourite directors, M. Night Shyamalan and his movie Signs – “People break down into two groups. When they experience something lucky, group number one sees it as more than luck, more than coincidence. They see it as a sign, evidence, that there is someone up there, watching out for them. Group number two sees it as just pure luck. Just a happy turn of chance. I’m sure the people in group number two are looking at those fourteen lights in a very suspicious way. For them, the situation is a fifty-fifty. Could be bad, could be good. But deep down, they feel that whatever happens, they’re on their own. And that fills them with fear. Yeah, there are those people. But there’s a whole lot of people in group number one. When they see those fourteen lights, they’re looking at a miracle. And deep down, they feel that whatever’s going to happen, there will be someone there to help them. And that fills them with hope. See what you have to ask yourself is what kind of person are you? Are you the kind that sees signs, that sees miracles? Or do you believe that people just get lucky? Or, look at the question this way: Is it possible that there are no coincidences?”

And there you have it.

By Dortju Orfu, Teen Angel and Mr. Puttock