At this time last year, the column I wrote to mark the end of one year and the start of another lamented that the 2020s weren’t turning out how anyone had hoped or predicted. Well, here we are again at the end of yet another year that feels like the poster child for a dumpster fire that we’ve all learned to just deal with in the background of our everyday lives.
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