My New Year's Resolution

I told my brother in an email that my New Year's Resolution was to do all that I can and a little bit more to listen and learn, to speak and teach, to love and be loved, to share the wealth and the load (this is the most important one), and to promote laughter (or maybe this is the most important)!

And then a few hours later I wrote about the mass mowing down of revelers in the French Quarter of N'awlins by an enraged pickup driver, and concluded that it was a harbinger of what the year will be like.

We're going to be anxious but hopeful until January 20th when Trump takes office and then we're going to know that we are fucked.

How can I keep believing in the inherent worth and dignity of every person?

Like I said in my memoir ("The Winter Of My Discontent")... There's more to being a man than just slugging somebody, but there's more to being a Christian than just turning the other cheek. I think... I hope! I do more slugging than turning these next 4 years. I have to resist, persist, and insist. And keep looking up.

This is the beginning of four years of tribulation for liberals. We must resist the forces of evil. We must persist in hope that we can make a difference. And we must insist that our freedoms remain. The freedom to be white or not. The freedom to be male or not. The freedom to be Christian or not. The freedom to be native born, or NOT!

I pledge allegiance to the flag, not some fat ageing draft-dodger who has been privileged all his life and thinks he's "God's chosen one." A pox and a virus on him!