By David Glenn Cox
On this eve of a new year I want to take this opportunity to say thank you to everyone. What a long, strange trip it’s been around the sun. A time to throw out the Trump, sorry, old, and ring in the new. Tomorrow is just so far from today but will be here so quick and then gone in a blur, just like 2025. The subject is Trump and there can be no other subject of worthy mention. The old America of John Wayne and Horatio Alger is over. It will take decades to repair the damage, even if we have the time and the will.
We face not just an organized and entrenched propaganda establishment, but a technological hellscape. Argue with the machine, why don’t you! I dare you! My credit card aged out on my phone plan. So I had to pay them again just to turn on my phone to change the expiration date on my credit card. No humans were injured or bothered in making this call, just talk to the machine. The machine will fix everything. The machine doesn’t care about your pissy little problems. The machine doesn’t care if you just need to update your credit card. Pay me! And soon, the entire world will operate under this system.
If they ever reported you dead in error, God help you. You’d be better off staying dead than trying to fight the labyrinth. The machine isn’t programmed for that eventuality, and by the time you got through to a human being you would be near death, anyway. Due to heavier than expected call volume…you’re screwed.
But you, my dear readers, are what makes my world go around. You are what makes me want to get up in the morning. Without you, I am nothing. Because your readership validates me. It proves I’m not crazy, that others are thinking the same things, the same way as I do. One of the largest surprises has been the overseas reach of this blog. When I began, I had no idea any of this would interest any overseas readers. A special shout out to Australia. By far my largest overseas audience. I would love to visit, but will probably never have the funds. (Hint, hint) I’m a Sagittarius, who famously wants to see what’s over that next hill. Thank You, Australia!
Next would be the UK. Thank you, I have visited once back when Charles still had hair. Americans think any building over a hundred years old is ancient. Walking the streets of London and reflecting on the famous personages who walked those same streets. Listening to the toll of Big Ben. Thank you England, it’s been 400 years since an American Cox was treated so well. My ancestor John Cox Jr. contracted with his father, John Cox senior, to build two ships for him in the new world. To escape those expensive guilds by using slave labor. The original outsourcing. Turns out, though, those guilds, though expensive, were efficient. The Virginia built ships were overpriced and overdue. And when the old man got the bill, he blew his top and refused to pay. Leading to a court settlement which Junior won, but severed the connection to the mother country until my arrival. I didn’t mention it and didn’t look up any family either and so was treated well.
Next is Ireland. Thank you Ireland. I’d love to tell you about my family connection and my grandfather leaving the country and changing his name. But I’ve heard through the grapevine that talking about your Irish heritage inflames the natives. It seems most American visitors use up all the goodwill and oxygen by talking about their Irish roots. Irish rule to remember, Just drink your Guinness and shut up about your family.
The number one non-English-speaking country is Chile. Thank you Chile! I have no Chilean ancestors of which to bend your ears about. But I’ve read the Motorcycle Diaries. Followed by Sweden. Thank you Sweden! I have no ancestors in Sweden either, but I once lived in Minnesota for a time. A state settled by Swedish immigrants who were hoodwinked into believing Minnesota was just like Sweden. Only it’s not, It’s colder and snowier than in Sweden.
Thank you Poland! My wife’s grandparents were Polish. And her grandfather came to work in the steel mills of Cleveland, Ohio, along with the thousands of other immigrants. Back in a time, when immigrants were still welcome in America. Just grab a shovel and dig in! My mother told me growing up in the slums of Chicago, she could walk six blocks in any direction and get beaten up by a different nationality.
I have readers, but no relatives in Russia. Go figure! Thank you Russia, wherever you are. I’ve had two readers in Saudi Arabia this year. I’d speculate it was the chief censor and his boss. But Singapore, Hong Kong, Japan and South Korea. Thank you! I never would have expected it. Thailand and Cambodia, France, Austria, Germany and Kazakhstan. Thank you all! Nigeria, Kenya and South Africa! Who me? Are you kidding me? Thank you!
It would be quicker to name all the countries without readers. I still haven’t broken through with that ever so tough North Korean audience. No readers in Greenland or Israel, and none in Gaza either or Iceland. But now, the People’s Republic of China is one that really surprised me because the number is substantial. Who knew? What must they think? I don’t want to get anyone in trouble. Maybe it’s an underground movement or a sleeper cell? And some people might end up going to prison? I’m proud to say I have no readers in Mara Lago, but wouldn’t it be fun if I had just one orange one and I was a fly on the wall?
So here we go, ready or not. In the year of our Trump 2026! Thank you again to everyone, wherever you are. You are my world. I’ve never been anywhere I didn’t like. I was on a bus one night going through North Dakota. We were stopping in this little one-horse town with one stoplight on Main street on a Saturday night. The guy next to me grabbed his bag and said, “God, I love this town.” Everyone loves their home. To him, it was Paris or Rome or Moscow. To him, he was George Bailey, running down the streets of Bedford Falls.
Thank you again to everyone in the entire human race. “You are my world and I love you all.” Despite all this world’s faults and foibles and failings. I’d love to visit every country on Earth, including my own, except for maybe Floriduh.
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“I’m not crazy about reality, but it’s still the only place to get a decent meal.”
― Groucho Marx
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