Friday Roundup: Thanks For Nothing 2016
On November 25th, 2016 in Quibbles
Hey y’all, happy Thanksgiving. Though, I am forced to look extra hard to find anything worth being happy or thankful for in this garbage year.
Celebrating in the most American way possible, the government spent this Thanksgiving using water cannons on First American protesters in sub-freezing weather. Frankly, I find it a little too on-the-nose.
Then again, everyone’s a little bit racist.
At least our current leaders have a modicum of shame to pretend to be embarrassed about their actions, the incoming administration airs their racist plans for all to see. I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling real good about people who don’t even know what a folder is being put in charge of our bureaucracy.
Thankfully we have states rights, so they’ll protect us.
Not that the real news is any better, chasing everything that comes out of the transition like a puppy chasing a ball that was never thrown.
They lack imagination, but there are glimmers of self-awareness. It would make my life if we finally started using error bars, but it would also make it so obvious that most models are more useless than a businessman in high office, so I won’t hold my breathe.
Not like anyone takes data seriously anyway otherwise we’d all just be screaming endlessly until our throats were raw and there was nothing to do but stare hollowly back at each other and get to work.
Can we talk about how the new Charlie Brown balloon for 2016 has new stress lines around the eyes like ALL OF US? pic.twitter.com/ak75mU92t8
— Paul Montgomery (@fuzzytypewriter) November 24, 2016
It’s a shame because when given proper thought numbers can be quite elucidating and even calming, reminding us that partisanship is a lie.
Except for with Nazis, never work with Nazis.
I can’t believe I even need to say that. Fuck you, 2016.
But even though this year is supremely fucked, the only way out is through.
Happy weekend. Be thankful, if not for the world you live in for the people you share it with, because misery loves company.