Good riddance, 2021-style

There was another time, long ago, when many Americans were literally counting the days before a despicable tyrant would leave office — one way or another. I was 11 years old when the big event eventually happened: it was August 8, 1974, when Tricky Dick Nixon resigned.

The magnitude of the Nixon crisis was lost on me at that age, but not on my brother, Fred, who of course already knew Nixon was a nasty piece of work. Fred had a gargantuan wall calendar plastered with Nixon’s ugly mug, meant eventually to be covered with X’s as each day passed. I had always been amused by it, and wondered what it would look like when fully covered with X’s.

I do recall the feeling of relief when Nixon departed. I’m having flashbacks now with our current crisis. Old Tricky Dick didn’t make it to the end of his term as our current Satanic leader apparently will. But if he had, it probably wouldn’t have been even close to the total shitshow we’ve been forced to live in since 2016.

We have 12 days remaining with this menacing loser in office. Let’s hope we make it to the weekend.

Here’s an example of the Nixon Countdown Calendar showing the calendar’s squares X’d out.