Exercise.

Lose weight.

Be nicer.

Work with not just this year but many future years and generations and centuries in mind.

So the most amazingly awesome American decade since at least the 1930s has sputtered and wheezed and expired in the gutter after puking its guts out into the Dustbin of History. I will always remember the 00s every bit as fondly, and hopefully as hazily, as one might recall a hangover induced by too much $2 tequila.

Inspired by BT’s recap of National Review’s predictions for 2009, I have decided to compile my own list of wishful conservative predictions for the new year.

The grammar police have a point: you don’t say your birth year is “one thousand nine hundred fifty three” if you were born in 1953. So let’s kick off this New Year right and discard the superflous “two thousand” in our nomenclature for the year. Just say “twenty-ten!”

Let’s take a peek at what the fine writers at America’s Shittiest Website™ predicted what would happen in 2009.