Dear Posterity,
I just want you to know that the year 2020 really was as fucking awful as we said it was at the time. I know that’s hard to believe, given that so much time has past, but it’s true.
Ambitious historians, anxious to have their work stand out in a crowd, have surely staked out revisionist positions to the effect that the pandemic really wasn’t that dangerous. Believe me, it was.
Apologists for dictators have certainly worked hard to rehabilitate the reputations of Trump and the scoundrels who enabled him. Don’t believe them for a second.
By now, racists have buried the numerous state-sanctioned murders, the family separations and the officially sanctioned abuse of non-whites that happened in 2020. I am telling you to get out your historical shovels and dig it all back up. Just be sure to take a deep breath before you look because what happened this year will make you sick.
Please, Posterity, before you keep an open mind when some ignorant meathead who wasn’t alive then describes 2020 as some kind of glorious time-out— that 2020 was a time when the world joyfully rediscovered the pleasures of sourdough and solitude — please take this insignificant blog post to heart:
Anyone who says 2020 wasn’t that big a deal has no fucking idea what the fuck they were talking about.
Love,
tristero
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