This could have been my last column, ever. Ever? Yes, ever!
If you are reading this column, merry Christmas, and congratulations. We all just dodged the Mayan bullet.
Yes, the end of the world foretold by the Mayan calendar and every soothsayer from Nostradamus to Carnac the Magnificent, has come and gone. Dec. 21, 2012, was not the end. What does all this mean?
Well, for starters, I guess this probably won’t be my last column ever — never.
(I can hear all the groans out there!)
It also means that the Viau household will soon be getting one of the largest Visa bills in history. Yes, after all my preaching about giving alternative gifts — gifts of time and service and donations to well-deserving charitable organizations — I have to admit, our spending on “the fantastic plastic” got a little bit out-of-hand this year.
It was so easy to justify buying just about anything when there is good chance that the world would end.
“Good chance,” you are asking, “How could I have fallen for this ‘Ender’ thing?
Well I am an avid watcher of “The History Channel,” which has dedicated quite a bit of programming on the subject of “The Mayan Prophecy.”
According to “The History Channel,” the world, as we know it, should be "history" right now. Their documentary series, “Mankind — the story of us” — would have one final chapter. The End.
Which reminds me of the song “The End” so eloquently professed by Jim Morrison, former (as in deceased) lead singer for The Doors. The lyrics say it all:
“This is the end
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free”
But just when you think this is so poignant, dig into the lyrics a little deeper and you’ll find:
“Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby.”
As we all know, the ride came to an end for Jim Morrison. And it will come to an end for all of us one day. And where does that leave us?
Right now, if the world hasn’t ended, Congress is still fussing and fretting about the looming fiscal cliff.
I don’t want my taxes to go up. But I want our elected leaders to show some leadership in Washington, not just political posturing.
That being said, I think the West Wing, aka White House, has the right idea on this issue, and The Doors’ song “The End” fortells this, also:
“The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us”
And this brings me to the real meaning of this column/rant — regardless of what happens in Congress or in the world — long live rock 'n' roll.
And if the blue bus takes to a place where there is a little more cooperation, I’m ready to hop on board.
Don’t miss my next columns, or as I call them, “The 12 goats of new year.”