All I want for Christmas is for President Biden, on Day One, to invoke the National Production Act to rationalize the current administration's incomprehensible tangle of covid distribution, and only a few more trifles: on Day One, a bundle of moderately sane congressional Republicans to help push through a multi-triilion dollar covid and economic relief bill; on Day One, implementation of climate-change legislation; on Day One, rescission of 2017's idiotic tax cuts for the most well-off; on Day One, reversals of Trump's cruel immigration policies; on Day One, vast improvements to the Affordable Care Act; on Day One, severe repercussions inflicted on Putin's Russia for its massive, unprecedented, round-the-clock hacking; on Day One, a reflowering of all our traditional alliances; on Day One, racial-justice reforms; on Day One, enhancements to the Voting Rights Act; and on Day One, overhauls of Secretary DeVos' scandalous educational revisions.
That's all. Simple as a Christmas pudding. Oh, and a pony.
Because so many among the quixotic left can so dream and then expect those dreams to materialize, virtually all of them on Day One, so can I, for what little it's worth— which is pretty much nothing in the real world.