The year (in) ahead.
I fear that this is the face of politics in 2016. Out of context it looks like pure, unadulterated joy. Unrestrained happiness, unfiltered exuberance.
Pull back and it doesn’t look so benevolent. Joy becomes unhinged. This is the face of someone capable of anything. Open to any possible suggestion, no matter how malicious or nasty. “Sure, strange man in the red ball cap, you want to crush this baby’s head in your hands? I offer up the child to you.”
With no elections for us here for at least 2 years, perhaps we’ll be spared the worst excesses on the political scene in 2016. We can sit back in sort of bemused detachment, watching the grand spectacle to the south of us, although no longer smug in the knowledge that such a thing, to such extremes, could ever happen to us here. We’ve seen this face before. We’ve worn this face. It does not lead to anything good.
— auld lang synely submitted by Cityslikr