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Most of my Twitter tweeple, in expressing their mild hopes for the decade, seem obscurely terrified. “Well, it couldn’t possibly be any worse than last year,” seems to be the consensus notion. I haven’t seen any Scrooge-like spoilsport remarking on the prospect that the twenty-teens could easily be MUCH, MUCH worse than the zeroes. The Depression of the 1930s was followed by the 1940s, right? It’s casino thinking to imagine that the next poker hand is bound to be great just because you lost your ass in the last one.
