New Year…New You…My Ass

Jan 1, 2018Breaking Newzzz

Not to be Debbie Downer...

The expression, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results” must have come from someone who year after year made New Year’s resolutions that by January 6 could not live up to their best intentions. Guilty as charged. The expression “New Year…New You” makes me chuckle since the twain from the old person becoming a new one rarely meets. That’s probably when the expression, “People Don’t Change” started. Yes, some people may loose the unsightly weight or cut out smoking cigarettes entirely, except when they are out having a cocktail, which is when the expression “Social Smoker” began. But in reality since the Seven Deadly Sins exist in all of us, it becomes a lifelong struggle to harness our demons and take charge of our best selves. Expressions, be damned.

Did you make any New Year’s resolutions for 2018? I did…again. Knowing full well that I am not going to be able to “cold turkey” stop watching the news, including Rachel Maddow, even though so much on-air reporting these days is #FakeNews coupled with bloviators that I can not stand. Fake News, just not the kind that Donald Trump accuses the media of being since they are reporting the truth about him. Rather, the fact that the 24-hour news cycle centers on that Orange Baboon, a man that epitomizes the word fake, which is why I call even MSNBC fake news, because they are not reporting on critical, global actual news news, such as:

  • How Monsanto continues to poison us.
  • How people are starving in Yemen coupled with the cholera epidemic.
  • That Gay Concentration Camps exist in Chechnya.
  • The Congo, the Sudan, Venezuela…

To name a few; with tragedy after tragedy in country after country that goes unreported because Ivanka Trump did this, Jared Kushner did that, Robert Mueller is going to be fired and turns out Breaking News: Jeff Sessions actually is a possum, as Saturday Night Live attests.

This year, outside of praying for gold, and I don’t mean Olympic, rather the equivalent of a Bitcoin bonanza without investing in Bitcoin, because with my luck, when I finally do buy into it, crypto currency will crash and burn leaving me broker than I am as I type this ditty. Nope, this next year all I want for Christmas are my two front teeth and projects creating content that brings clients—and most importantly—ME joy. Is that too much to ask…hope for…except? Aren’t we living the dream in this booming Trump economy that Barack Obama can actually take credit for? Isn’t it going to rain dosh on all of us now that the ozone layer is disappearing? I may never stop being a naysayer about that orange lump of coal but I am willing to play ball this year. And for a guy who sat out every gym class in high school due to a made up illness, my entering the stadium ready to take a swing at life in this pre-Word War III world that we live in proves that people may not change, but they sure do wish they could. Annually.


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