I have a habit of naming years. If I didn't call 2016 The Year the Chickens Came Home to Roost, I should have. I don't remember what I called previous years, and I'm too lazy to go back through my posts to find them nor to even see how long I've been doing it. I didn't pick the name 2017, I got it from Obama's anger translator, Luther, farewell
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