5 Reasons 2016 Was The Worst Year Ever (That Are BS)

That said, it's not a simple matter of copy-pasting how scientists solved the rubella crisis to the Zika crisis. Zika's transmitted differently, it's less obvious if someone is carrying it, and it's generally going to be pretty damn tricky to develop a vaccine. But scientists aren't panicking. The point is that when a disease swept through the Americas in the '60s, Americans stepped the fuck up. And so far, Zika has only been tied to five pregnancy losses and 28 infants with birth defects in the U.S. -- not exactly fist-pump-worthy numbers, but a far cry from tens of thousands of deaths. Or to sum it up with another headline:

You'll notice that police officer fatalities are way down from the U.S.'s Death Wishiest years during the '70s, when several militant groups tried to counter police brutality by declaring open season on cops. In fact, the only statistic that has risen in the past century is the number of police officers per capita. So unless the Black Panthers have made a comeback without us noticing, police officers might have to admit that their job is the safest it has been since disco died.

But what happens if you stretch the graph out further?

Place a ruler on that graph, and you'll see that our rate of police fatalities is demographically on par with the mid 1800s, when the most coppers had to fear from the public were ride-by muskettings. Police officer deaths, adjusted for the country's population, peaked in the 1920s and early '30s, which was coincidentally at the height of prohibition and organized crime. So don't believe the rhetoric that Black Lives Matter protests fuel a war on cops. Cops are doing OK.

Obviously, the Irish haven't destroyed the U.S. -- though they do temporarily damage it whenever a Boston sports team wins something. But the Know Nothings were convinced that all these religious fanatics were a powder keg waiting to explode -- so much so that they felt the need to explode first. They organized protests and wrote scathing editorials in the media, and by 1884, they had 52 members of Congress and mayors in several major cities in their pocket. But their greatest anti-immigrant success must've been in Kentucky in 1855, when mobs of their supporters stormed an immigrant neighborhood, killing 22 people and injuring many more while burning down houses and businesses. On Election Day. It's the kind of voter suppression modern fascists look at with envy and longing, because you only have to do it once if you can suppress them six feet under.

After "Bloody Monday," immigrant tensions died down for a while, especially after the rest of the country ruined the Know Nothing Party's shot at the presidential election in 1856. But immigrant suspicion came back with a vengeance in late 1919 through early 1920, when Germans and Irish were among the groups of immigrants targeted again, this time in the Palmer Raids (named after Attorney General A. Mitchell Palmer). With the first "Red Scare," there were fears that "hyphenated Americans" loved their home countries more than America -- concerns which had been bolstered by a spate of anarchist bombings. So over 10,000 people were arrested across 23 states on suspicion on everything from being a communist to speaking with one of them funny foreign accents. But in the end, only 500 people were deported, because the public spoke out against the brutal methods used during the raids, and even other government agencies got sick of Palmer's shit and did whatever they could to stop him.

That's a lesson in how constant anti-immigrant rhetoric can make violence against immigrants seem normal, but it's also a lesson in how that normality doesn't last. By 1860, support for the Know Nothings had collapsed and the party dissolved. The Palmer Raids didn't make it to a full year before its hate became too bitter to swallow. Today, the idea of a riot against those darned clover-pickers and sauerkraut-eaters is absurd. It seems that immigrant integration is more a question of endurance than acceptance, which thankfully means that the odds are always in favor of the people so resilient that they chose to move to an openly hostile country.

None of this is going to be especially comforting if you get a racial slur screamed at you tomorrow, but try to take solace in the fact that you'll easily outlive their heart-attack-prone ass and the particular brand of hate they're wielding.

It feels like 2016 is the year the Grim Reaper decided that he wanted to put together a talent show. Celebrities are rapidly becoming an endangered species, and perhaps no one summed it up better than CNN when they said "The year seems to have been filled with an inordinate amount of high-profile deaths -- some even on the same day."

Except we tricked you again, because you foolishly keep trusting us. That quote was from 2009, when CNN was talking about the deaths of Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, Bea Arthur, Patrick Swayze, Walter Cronkite, John Updike, Les Paul, Billy Mays, Ted Kennedy, and many, many more, to the point where they included the freaking Taco Bell dog.

But even 2009 wasn't really that much of a standout year when it came to famous fatalities. As is the case with every other entry in this article, it's all about awareness. That same article goes on to point out that 2009's celebrity death extravaganza could be attributed more to increased awareness than a statistical freak show or a curse. Despite blaming "our hyper-caffeinated, overly Twittered culture," CNN, the well-meaning but dazed grandma of news outlets, was correct that social media is a key competent.

If you saw a headline on a news site or those things made of paper that old people on the subway look at, your involvement in a celebrity death would start and conclude with a respectful "That sucks." But Facebook, Twitter, Xanga, and all the other popular social media sites turn celebrity deaths into multi-day mourning periods. And to prove that it's the time we spend thinking about celebrity deaths and not the body count itself that's steadily rising, we can point to these useful charts, courtesy of Gizmodo, because a good chart can prove anything.

While 2016 has been worse than average when it comes to people leaving for that great after-party in the sky, it's not an unholy anomaly. The real issue is the fame of the people checking out. Bowie and Prince are universally recognized names, whereas you probably mourned David Carradine in 2009, but couldn't remember if he was alive or not if we had asked you five minutes prior.

Recency bias might also be a factor. We were all sad when, say, Christopher Lee died in 2015, but he hasn't perpetually weighed on our minds every day since. And Time pointed out that sheer age is also a factor -- a lot of today's big celebrities are baby boomers, and that generation is starting to go. So 50 years from now, when we're all in nursing homes, our children will be crushed that they've lost Justin Bieber, Drake, Kim Kardashian, and Charlie Bit My Finger all in the same year.

During the 1876 U.S. presidential election, Rutherford B. Hayes took on Samuel J. Tilden, in America's greatest grudge match to ever involve such old-timey names. Brutal attacks rained down from across the political spectrum. Tilden was accused of being everything from a thief to a "drunken syphilitic," and the question of whether he was healthy enough to run for president was constantly raised, despite a lack of evidence (he lived for another decade). Meanwhile, white supremacists threatened newly enfranchised black voters in the south to keep them from voting for Hayes, and the Democrats had some key votes annulled because they were found to have committed voter fraud by using misleading ballots. It was whatever the 1876 equivalent of a clusterfuck was. A hootenannyfornication.

The Republicans countered by also committing voter fraud. During a recount in key states, Republican-controlled election boards began throwing out ballots for Tilden that were considered suspicious, on the grounds that wanting Tilden to win is mighty suspicious for a true-blooded American. Long story short, everyone was trying to commit fraud everywhere, all of the time.

The election wasn't decided until March, when a special committee (which had its own corruption issues) assembled to decide what the hell had happened. They awarded 20 disputed Southern Electoral College votes to Hayes to put him over the top. Southern Democrats agreed not to challenge the results in exchange for a variety of political concessions from Republicans which included letting racists take control of the South again. Depending on which modern historian you ask, this was either highway robbery or the result that probably would have occurred anyway if everything was done legally.

It's also important to note that Hayes, who went on to be a rather average President, lost the popular vote. Tilden, who had garnered over 250,000 more votes, commented on this by saying, "I can retire to private life with the consciousness that I shall receive from posterity the credit of having been elected to the highest position in the gift of the people, without any of the cares and responsibilities of the office." These are words we assume Hillary Clinton is getting tattooed across her back right now.

This doesn't make the tone of the 2016 election any better, but if the U.S. could survive the nonsense of 1876, it can survive anything. That's the lesson to take away from all of this. When you have a terrible year, you can't give into gloom and despair. You simply have to put it in context, realize we've survived worse, and try to make the next year better.

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