2010 Year in Review
I enjoy reading different writer’s annual years in review around this time of year. I figured I’d give it a go.
2010, on a personal level, was a year like no other for Mr. Hatsley.
After a long period of underemployement, this agriculturist tried his hand at a new gig. Receptionist…..why not?
Humiliating, yes. Interesting, at times. PDubs can no longer wear his Cubs hat all day. He has replaced the Cubbie with a tie, and is looking to be a hubby and a good guy. Stop rhyming.
So, I work in a city far far away from the Dirty Ham. It’s ok, I got my license back. I also sometimes take the choochoo to work. Its fun. When I am feeling down, I pretend I’m the conductor. The passengers look at me like I’m retarded when I do the whistle sound, so I do it in my head now.
I am grateful for the following:
1. My lovely editor in chief/wife: Harah.
2. My job
3. My hero-brother’s miraculous recovery
4. My new racecar
5. My soberness
6. My friends
7. My relationship with my Pops (Clint Eastwood’s real-life twin)
On a not-Patrick note: WTF happened to the world? Really? Just 2 years into a new congress, we brought in a bunch of woodsmen to do the job. These folks, bless their simple little hearts , have never had a desk job in their lives. They march to the beat of a different drum. They have no concept of compassion, politics, or fun. They carry guns. They shoot things. They don’t understand history, but rant and rave about taxes. You would think with their fondness for burning fossil fuels, they would like to pay taxes…if only to have more roads on which to drive their 12 Cylinder trucks with tea-bags hanging from the tailpipe.
Baracka Bobama has turned out to be a very manly man, and an effective executive as well. He did more in 2010 than any other president has done in my life. Historic health care change (resented by all who don’t understand it.) He stayed alive (thanks be to the Secret Service.) He plugged a leaking oil well, and got the company responsible (British fucks that they are) to foot the bill for the clean up. He vacationed in the Vineyard of Martha. He smiled (once or twice, I think.) Then the lame-fuck session of congressional politics threatened. What did he do? Compromised, then wham, wham, wham. He knocked it out of the park. Over and over, he slammed through bills that will save this sorry nation.
The Red Sox played pretty well, although this hat-wearer found a new ballcap to wear. Mr. Legsly, fear not…..your Scrapcap will be presented to you this spring.
The Patriots are a dominant force. My favorite Pat is a man by the name of Patrick Chung. I asked my Pepefriend whether or not he thinks that Mr. Chung is well Hung. We both agreed he was, but that we wouldn’t talk about it anymore (it made us feel a little weird.)
Speaking of well hung, ShaKeer Oneer came to the Boston Ballhandlers. Who would’ve guessed it. He now has a shot at being on the list of the 4 best Handball Centers of all time. (CAN YOU DIGGG IT????)
We started our withdrawal from Iraq. Thanks DUBYA for a losing quagmire of a stupid fucking fight, but I am glad to report we are pulling back. Afghanistan remains to be destroyed until 2014. I am glad to have Mr. Patraeus at the helm, instead of Stanly Fuckface.
I am sorry to report folks, that Hip-Hop is dead. It takes a month and a half to find a new rap or Hip-hop album that is worth anything. Damian Marley and Nas, however put out an album that changed my life.
That’s pretty much all I got for you folks. Keep your chins up. I hope to write more in this new year.
-PW Hatlsey
