Redtree Times

Welcome to yet another new year. Let’s call this one something different.

Maybe something like 2025? 

Yeah, that should work. 2025 it is.

How will it be in this newly named 2025?

Damned if I know.

Six hours in so far and I haven’t heard anything too bad so maybe it will be okay, right? Of course, that’s not much of a sample size.

I mean, we’re twenty-five years into the 21st century and it has lost that new century smell and feels pretty worn around the edges, maybe even showing a bit of rust in places. It seems as though there’s enough to judge it on already but I am not sure how people will judge this century when the 22nd comes around. Maybe it will be the best century ever. I have my doubts about that, imagining future historians uttering a lot of WTFs and continuously face palming in disbelief at the stupidity they’re looking back on, at least in this first quarter of the century.

Then again, there might not even be historians then.

Who knows?

So, we’re only six hours into this new year, this 2025 and everything about it is yet to be written.

It is all up for grabs at this moment. 

That being the case, I say let’s take it now while they’re snoozing and claim it as our own. Make them take it from us.

Possession is, after all, 9/10th of the law.

I say it’s settled– this will be our year.

So, Happy New Year. Remember, it’s ours. Let’s hold onto it, okay?

Funny how prescient the Zombies were back in 1968. How did they know that 2025 was going to be our year?