So I wrote my year-end piece for Wonkette, and it’s basically a very long Mayan Apocalypse/2012 rant that ends up yelling at Radiohead for being frauds, because they wouldn’t go play their guitars for 10 minutes at Occupy Wall Street.
On one hand, doomsday predictors have always been wrong. On the other, they only need to be right once.
Going to be a banner year for shickering
