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Frank Cotolo
December 30, 2021 |
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You read the headline correctly. Come with me into the future. Not the future of Italy, per se. In
this case, the future is 2022. Who could have thought even a decade ago that we would be here
together, looking straight in the face of 2022? Not you. Not me. Not us.
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Now, in any language you please, let us move on, even if we do not thrive, let us move forward, not
that we could move in any other direction, except down, you know, if that happens, that thing,
the non-living thing, you know?
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Where was I? Yes, I was in the here and now, asking you to join me when then becomes now, as 2022
begins to chronicle our time. Of course I know you cannot actually come with me, no less be with
me as the new year becomes a reality, but if we share some existential thoughts about the
365-some-odd days about to be put before us—and make no mistake about it, some of those days will
be odd - perhaps we might look upon 2022 without the despair that we will most likely face when
it is over.
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I asked many a sage what could be in store for the human race in 2022. Each of them was more than
happy to give an opinion (as long as I paid them the going rate for sages sharing what could be
in store for the human race in 2022).
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The Cherished One, Mandooky Buff, who lives in the rugged mountains near Tibet, said, "I'm going
to build a home on this mountain come the new year. It will have two bathrooms and many curtains
on the windows. I will pontificate about man's struggle, including the breakdown of morals in the
Western world as the average age of a human rises thirty years, tops. That means once he or she
lives to 60 they will actually live to 90 and in those extra years they will create new sexual
perversions that I will crave to share."
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