It’s officially the year two thousand ten. Welcome to it. It’s only taken us a whole year to get here. I’ve changed things around a bit, trying to shake off all the old to make room for the new. I created a new landing page as a sort of gateway to all my junk. I’ve got too much junk and it was spread all over the place. One must be diligent about creating one’s online identity. Which is, of course, what it’s all about.

That IS what it’s all about, right? We’re all scrambling to be seen and heard. We’re a nation heavily dependent on being acknowledged. We want it so much we’re willing to abandon the most basic courtesy. I’m worried about us, America. I’m worried that we’re screwing it all up so much we’ll never get back on track again. We’ve had adversity before, sure. We’ve endured a lot. But you only get so many mulligans before the game is just over. For good.

Not that we’re going to implode or be nuked off the planet — though I don’t rule it out. It’s more likely that we will end up in a dark age of our own making. Civility and dignity will go the way of the dodo. The quest for enlightenment and education will be abandoned. Individuality and free thought will be looked upon with scorn. I’m worried a lot.

What if we’re already there? What if we can’t get back?

We’ve got information, an endless amount of information, right at our fingertips. We’ve got unlimited potential. We’ve got the whole world at our disposal and fracken Jersey Shore is the absolute BEST we can come up with??!?? Seriously???

Meh. We suck.

Don’t get me wrong. I still love us. I’m just having second thoughts about this relationship. And I don’t have all the answers. Or, you know, any of the answers. But we gotta do something! Maybe we should try couples therapy. Either that or we agree to see other people. I don’t care which. You pick. Just make it snappy because I won’t be waiting around for you all year.