Sheesh Happy New Year

The stockings that were hung by the chimney have been carefully folded up and packed away for next year. The big birthday party bash next door is winding down. Trudy is buried somewhere under our comforter. The dog is under his blanket in his crate. The boy is fast asleep in his room.

It's 2:00 in the morning on the last day of the year, and ...

A murderous thug was hung yesterday as guards around him chanted the name of the son of a cleric whom he had killed years ago. Twenty-first century justice will not be about principles and process but about spin, guilt, vengeance and power. AT&T hoodwinked the only hold-out commissioner on the FCC today, getting him to believe their exception-laden, fine-print-encumbered promises to respect net neutrality. The Internet took one more step towards being more like cable television. Another ferry packed with people capsized in Indonesia. Africa continued its nose dive. My son will probably live to see the day when the year-round northern ice cap is a thing of the past. And having the polar bears on the endangered species list won't help any more than having the US join the Kyoto protocol.

It's 2:00 in the morning on the last day of the year, and ... you get the idea.

The world I once knew is not the one I know now. And yet I write mostly about flowers and trees and blue sky and three-chalupa dinners. Sheesh.

Happy New Year.

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