Ron’s first rant of the new year.

Can’t stand to watch the end-of-year recaps on TV. REALLY don’t like the morbid deathknell recitals of names and pics of actors, singers, athletes, and other parasites who didn’t make it to the 31st.

And the genuflecting and drooling at the Obamaltar, the lamentations and ululations in praise of the Magic Negro, the distortions and misrepresentations of the tenure of an unqualified, unfit, un-American Muslim who set the economy, the military, and race relations back half a century . . . it is to wretch.

Had to kill the idiot box and come in here where I can edit what I see, hear, and read with just a flick of my wrist and click of my index finger.

Kinda surprising that we’ve actually made it this far intact, especially in light of who’s been in charge for the past quarter century.

We had Slick, whose primary reasoning center was located considerably south of his higher-order brain functions. He luxuriated in the economic and military strength harvest of Ronnie Raygun’ policies. His own were focused more on self-gratification than our satisfaction.

And he brought with him a collection of professional mismanagers including Madeleine Not-Too-Bright, Janet “The Torch” Reno, and his enabler, the love-child of Machiavelli and Lucretia Borgia. His signature achievement was sabotaging American manufacturing with his NAFTA debacle. But he supported his party by renting out the Lincoln Bedroom to fat cats for 6-figure “donations.”

Next came George W. Bush, a nice guy who gave up booze in favor of Jesus but whose managerial and leadership skills never exceeded Moe Howard’s. He was loyal to his friends and patriotic to the country, but he had no more business running the shop than I have trying to construct a T-Rex from scratch.

Then the halfrican, the arrogant popinjay who knew absolutely nothing about race, economy, defense, commerce, immigration, or any of the other issues crucial to the nation and dedicated 8 years of his life proving that he didn’t.

His running mate, Gropey Joe, was comfortable with the workings of government and how to get things through Congress, but he had his lips permanently locked onto BHO’s intergluteal crease and could see nothing except the semi-dark skin of a half-white, part-Arab, part-black posturing, speechifying, self-admiring impostore.

BHO got his advice mostly from Valerie Jarrett, who was born in Iran and never quite got over it; Harry Reid, whose main job was obstruction and demolition of anything one step right of center; Eric Holder, who constantly competed with BHO for the title of “most educated-beyond-his-capacity” black man in America; Nancy Pelosi, who tried for years to move Biden out of the way so she could get at DingleBarry’s ass; and Al Sharpton, whose brain flew out of his skull during a race riot and was run over by a dumpster truck.

He also appointed a career felon, Her Rotten Heinous, as his SecState after reading the first draft of his suicide note on her illegal e-mail server, then replaced her with the singly most incompetent JFK wannabe in the history of the planet, Lerch.

Fortunately we have the electoral college system to prevent non-thinking residents of the coastal megalopolises from deciding by sheer brainwashed but well-paid numbers who gets to fly the Resolute Desk, and 60 million rational adults said, “Basta! No more career politicians.”

Instead of a congenital liar and unindicted killer, we got a Noo Yawk counterpuncher with a tendency to let his alligator mouth overload his oft-bankrupt ass.

So now here we are knockin on the door of 2020 and despite the incompetence, the arrogance, the self-indulgence, and the resistance, the country has somehow managed to stay afloat and even pump some of the stale effluent out of the bilges.

No way my grandkritters will ever know the freedom and security and fun I had growin up in the 40s and 50s and bringin their parents into the world in the 60s. I had the great good fortune to live in the best of times, but . . . you can’t go back, and there are just too many anarchists, snowflakes, unicorn riders, and gender-confused ignoramuses to ever go back to a society in which you had the right to say whatever you liked and the guy you said it to had the right to punch you in the nose for it if he disagreed.