Many of them knew they were on the wrong side. Which brings us, finally, to New Year's Eve of the one true millennium. Not only don't I see a bandwagon, I don't see a band. Or a bandleader. In other words, I wuz robbed.
Many people are just too pooped to pop anything.
Events since Election Day have left them feeling sapped, strung out, silly in the head. But all of that is beside the point. But that false promise was just another way of dismissing the nerdocracy, folks who would rather be exact than popular. Looking for a little sympathy this New Year's Eve, I turned to my wife. She didn't need to remind me that we were in opposite camps a year ago, but I had hoped she wouldn't reopen old wounds.