The reality–I’m not going to be here forever. My predictions for the future. Some of these are logical extensions of the present; some, more obscure.
Justin Bieber’s, even more unruly, younger brother will be discovered by the media.
There will be even more Kardashians–and others like them–discovered, than first thought to exist.
The newly elected American President–whomever, he or she happens to be, will call for unity from both political parties. Things will go swimmingly at first, then it will be politics as usual.
A groundbreaking new type vacuum cleaner will be developed, either by Shark or Dyson, that vibrates dirt particles to the surface at higher frequencies; for more complete extraction.
After successful small battles, the weeds in my yard will continue to win the war.
Local politicians will continue to push, pet projects nobody wants, to use up federal funds.
Needed area highway improvements will continue to languish.
Now, if the word woodpeckers, sons of spam stay away; I’m late for the snark jumping event at the “Who Cares, Olympics.”