After Dark

At some point in the night, you get cold. The formerly warm socks turn clammy. One part of your shoulder feels...off? Your fingers don't work so well.

You wait.

One day, I will be warm again. We wait.

Zombie Dick Clark's Rockin' New Year's Eve

Enough of Dick Clark, and I'm not alone on this. The man had a stroke, can barely speak, but gets pulled out every countdown to mumble and stumble his way through...what? Frankly, starting each New Year's with a depressing reminder of our mortality is not Rockin'.
Ryan Seacrest is peppy and pretty and on point. Just the kind of white bread, 'fat kids from Georgia can become famous too' message that the US wants on it's NYE celebration.
Frankly, I don't think this country can turn around the malaise that it's in until someone can stand up to Dick Clark and say, "Dick, you show up in the first few minutes of the show, mush mouth your way through some inspiring crap that no one can understand and then turn it over to Seacrest, life will be good."
Instead of Dick Clark depressing us from some studio a few minutes before the ball drop, put him in some warm clothes, have him out on the platform waving, but SAY NOTHING.
Sorry, Dick, but you were the 'man who doesn't age', you were a representative of a youthful, hopeful America. Now you're a sign that even America is fucked up. Seriously. Just stop it. Let it go.