Who moved the rock? It feels like someone moved a huge rock and all the ugliness in the world oozed out.
So far if 2011 has a theme it seems to be rock shifting of the literal and figurative kind.
Despots of the Middle East, if your reign has lasted unchallenged for decades—we have some bad news. This is the year your rock gets moved and you get the boot. Please pack your things and be out by Monday. Take a hint. Nobody wants you anymore.
Note to Gadhafi: How can someone who dresses in the same turbans and caftans, as Elizabeth Taylor not be stylish? Actually you look extremely foolish. It’s time for bad actors everywhere to get off the stage, so exit stage left. We look forward to tossing your rock at the back of your head, good-bye.
Captains of Finance you’re not safe either. Dominique Strauss-Kahn we’re talking to you. Did you hear the gravel trickling down the cliffside? Of course you didn’t because while the world was falling down around you—you were busy sexually assaulting maids, who earn minimum wage in the $3000 per night hotel you cavort it. Shame on you. I hope the turndown service on Riker’s Island meets your high standards.
Admittedly, this last one hurts. I loved this guy, took inspiration from him and I wanted him to be a better man than he is. Arnold, you’re a very smart man so why did you do something so stupid and hurtful? That’s all I can say.
Who or what is next? I’m sure 2011 has much more to surprise us with in an icky way, but I suppose those rocks do need to be lifted, so a burst of bright daylight can clean up the slime.
I’m sorry we had to move the rocks and see the gunk beneath but it needed to happen. Hopefully our garden will soon be a cleaner brighter place.