Happy Inauguration Day (I hope).
Every turning of the year makes for a convenient point to look backwards, and of course, forward, but this year seems to actually denote some sort of inflection point and, as a card-carrying member of the blogosphere, I feel compelled to burden you with my views as to what the next year will hold for us all. I am unburdened by anxiety or discomfiture in doing so, as the prediction business is one of asymmetrical risk and reward. An anodyne exercise, I trust. No one actually expects talking heads to be right, and no one remembers when you’re wrong; but in the blind cat finding a dead mouse type of way, if you are right, you get to annoyingly trumpet your breathtakingly erudite and accurate prediction over and over again for the rest of the year.
After predicting a terrific 2020 last January, how wrong could I be this time?
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