It Aint Over

Here most of us are, conscious or nearly so, on the eve of a new year as the Julian Romans reckon it. Course Druids already started the new year back on the Winter Solstice. But that’s another story. Let’s just consider Julian Roman time.

We’re livin’ on Roman time,
Livin’ on Roman time.
Quack, quack, quack, quack, - oh quack - quack.
Quack, quack, quack, quack, - oh quack - quack.
Cause we’re livin’ on Roman time.

What a great song that was! Plus that song hints at the antiquity of the Julian Roman calendar, stretching as it does all the way back in time to the birth of the Baby Jesus. When did Baby Jesus become Baby Demon Mammon according to the Julian Roman calendar? That’s a good question, but Druids surmise that happened when Ike Eisenhower, the old general was president. Yes. Ike warned us about the Baby Demon. Oh yes, Ike warned us all. But by then, the president was old and feeble. Yes. Ike was old, feeble, worn out from too much golf, incapable of fending off the Baby Demon by himself. Incapable, by himself, of sparing us Americanos a headlong rush to demon worship. So Ike’s warning fell on deaf ears or was totally ineffectual. Mercy!

Early this morning Crumby groggily apprized the editorial page of the Austink Stinker. Therein, Crumby discovered that the previous decade, Julian Roman time, was a plenty rotten weenie according to the featured pundits.

Hmm, thought Crumby. These pundits have it all wrong. The last ten years have been swell for many. Like Chitlin Cheney, for example, had a great decade. Anytime a war criminal gets to skate with the loot, that’s great on a personal triumph level.

Yes. Many besides Chitlin prospered. The mysterious or poorly understood Americano ruling class generally prospered. Yes. The bankers and the brokers and the gun thugs that they hired, all made out swell. Correct. It was a terrific decade for the many individuals in those ruling class subsets.

All righty. Not all did poorly. The fact is, very wicked elements of the ruling class consolidated plenty of wealth and power, plus set the stage for consolidating plenty more wealth and power, all the remaining miserable wealth and power, in the upcoming decade of the Julian Roman. But that’s OK.

Because: We’re livin’ on Roman time!

Say though. There are still a few hours left. Hope Remains! We could turn this thing around before midnight. Huh-huh