BEEF WEEKEND: FURY ROAD

We face a different world than that of a year ago.

Just a little over one year ago, right here in this newsletter, I made an attempt—a somewhat successful one, in my opinion—to start a new holiday. You see, I was working under a simple premise: the doldrums of late February needed a holiday that was not dedicated to love or presidents, and certainly not to love of presidents. No, it would be a holiday for the people—a holiday celebrating the fact that you found a nice beef roast on clearance at Kroger.

I called it Beef Weekend, and it was beloved* by many. *citation needed

It was a simpler time, last February; idyllic, even. We were so young back then, and we had little inkling of the year that lay ahead of us as we reveled in mirth, beverage, and reasonably-priced red meat. Ironically, a few days after Beef Weekend—exactly one year ago today, to be precise—I dashed off a post about how much I enjoy apocalyptic novels and films. You know, fiction.

Oops.

My bad, y’all.

This year is not last year, and this Beef Weekend cannot be the naiv…