Bite Me, Guy Lombardo!
I loathe New Year's Eve and its unholy spawn, New Year's Day.
Why?
Largely because this holiday has no meaning--spiritual or patriotic. For me, New Year's Day means nothing more than snatching up a free calendar at Kroger. It's like when you were in the 1st grade and one of your classmates had a birthday; his mother would bring in sugary foodstuffs and everyone would sing Happy Birthday. You really didn't give a damn that it was his brithday, you just wanted the goodies. "Yeah, yeah, yeah--Happy Birthday--whatever--just gimme my fuckin' cupcake." (Wow! For a first grader, you sure had a potty mouth.)
For the most part, the only people who love New Year's celebrations are alcoholics and Dick Clark.
On that cheerful note, Happy New Year!
