New Years' Eve is coming, and if the folks whose empire apparently extended northward to modern-day Georgia (actually crackpot bull$h!t) have anything to say on the subject, it's that we're boned!
Holiday-hating curmudgeons would say that attempts to cash in on a potential apocalypse theorized by an ancient political economy we still do not understand to this day, aside from a few unsettling notions about their grasp of mathematics and astronomy, is a little unsettling:
If there is one place sure to be visited by an ironical apocalyptic thunderbolt, I would wager it would a dubstep "bar rave" in Salt Lake City, UT. Preceded, of course, by the grave of Richard Nixon, the '12 DNC, or possibly any place that I find a moment's solace.
At EVE, Salt Lake City's bold and ongoing experiment in sober public celebration, #OccupySLC will be hosting an Art Wall in Gallivan Plaza. Can't make it? Kick them a few ducats you filthy plutocrat. Or, come check it out.
MAZEL TOV YOU SONS OF THE SOIL, YOU IMPERIUM OF THE COMMENTARIAT
Let's celebrate the year that was. Moving on, let's cast a jaundiced eye but give some slack to 2012.