Dear 2020,
What made you awful isn’t over yet. Here in the United States, until a new President is sworn in, the Reign of Error continues unabated. The sycophants suggesting Martial Law cannot even spell it. Pardons are being handed out like kisses at the world’s most expensive kissing booth – and this kiss comes with a lick of plague.
Over fifty countries still ban incoming U. S. travelers, and you know, given how irresponsible my fellow citizens have acted throughout the length of your reign, 2020, who can blame them? 2020, you have blurred the line between natural disaster and man-made disaster. Humankind has suffered plagues before, has suffered floods and famines and fires before, suffered earthquakes and hurricanes before, just not everywhere and all at once. Humans were haltered and tied like kids on a maniacal pony ride where uniformed personnel are orders to pick out dark riders, set them on fire and shoot their pony.
Is a plague of locusts a natural disaster or did we flush them out, like Wuhan bats? Are wildfires in the hundreds a natural disaster or did the West Coast move the water too far towards the cities? Even now, the future is not clear, and hindsight is not 20/20.