Is "Bittersweet Symphony" the anthem for 2016 or was I just lucky?

Are Nazis a generational thing? Baby boomers feel they need to turn to nationalism because the country was gradually getting closer to equality. White privilege should guarantee them treatment as the nation's priority. They never needed to work hard, so why do they have to now? Foreigners working harder is not enough reason. Why burden themselves by acknowledging they really need to stop putting the soles of their boots to the necks of African-American dreams.

I need to address my fellow Chicago Cubs fans. With how 2016 ended, never mind the bullshit that took place in the world prior to November 8, would you have traded a World Series championship for a Trump-free white house? They have the best line up of position players and a deep pitching staff. Regardless of a world title, Aroldis Chapman would be somewhere else along with Dexter Fowler, but if Jason Heyward's bat would come back around, another trip to October baseball is damn near guaranteed. It took a lifetime for my dad to have seen a Northside National League pennant, but he is a Detroit Tigers fan, so I thought it was worth half my life to see the curse broken. Dare I say (dare, dare), I would have been happy seeing the Cubs with a world title provided that it occurred before age 72.

Anyhow, when it was primarily old assholes who decided to rob the youth of a future for the sake of their own security (not just Trump, but Italy and Brexit), do these sphincters even deserve the joy of a chorus of "Go Cubs Go" that can be heard by Martians?

It was a bittersweet year for me. The Cubs win the World Series, but I did not get up to Chicago to catch a game (Danny Daniels, please talk to the management at 115 Bourbon Street to only schedule AAW events from April to September during Cubs' home stands). That suggests I may be the jinx (I should have never viewed "Celtic Pride (not just for the concept of a Daniel Stern led film) for the lack of world championships near Lincoln Park from 1980 forward. I moved to a city that was better for me, but the financial resource to do so is owned by a tax-dodging, wannabe Biker for Trump. A beautiful girl has decided to put up with me and my DVD/VHS/Blu-ray/Cartridge consumed apartment, but Newcastle United was relegated to the English Football Championship.

We received another brilliant "Star Wars" movie, but I had the responsibility of telling my four year-old nephew (I would have seen the films of the original trilogy a combined 13 [at the very least] times in the theaters by that age) that "Rogue One" was too intense for him. With "The Wolverine" trilogy ending in an R-Rated conclusion, droid-blocking a preschooler leaves me with a sense of guilt for hoping there will one day be a hard R story from "A galaxy far, far away."

Now I am hoping that the "Han Solo" film will be that story. Emilia Clarke's best projects are the ones where she is showing off the mammaries to dragons. "Terminator Genisys" was good (why does everyone deny the talent of the "Wes Craven presents Dracula" director Patrick Lussier), but every episode of "Game of Thrones" rings the bell of shame at it.

How do I transition from talking about Daenerys Targaryen nudity to what has been driving me nuts and determined that I need to come up with an exit strategy to escape the I Hotel? It is definitely tough to be considered sincere when I am suggesting objectification as a joke. Can I even be satirical about the topic beyond the my intended blog's title?

In an ultra-sensitive world where suggesting a male-outsider perspective could be equated to "mansplaining," am I even allowed to address this? Let's hope the worst thing that occurs to me is Stefanie Smith commenting on my Facebook feed with "I TOLD YOU SO!" I think that would be better than this blog being considered too long by web designer standards, the web design standards that SHOULD STILL BE FOLLOWED.

With "Main Event of the Dead," my pro-wrestling zom-com screenplay, being dead (maybe 2016 was beyond bittersweet), perhaps looking to sell my service to re-frame the bastardized world wide web should by my new priority. If the wrestling/film business caught up with my script, the Internet needs to catch up with the ideal look my 2002 certification taught me.

Is being righteous better than enjoying oneself? Perhaps writing the rest of the blog will allow me to find out.

I guest that'll will have to wait till next time if I want to include an image of one of my flag(s) for the Wise States of America.