New Year Grumble

This should be a post about the coming New Year, full of optimistic words, a shedding of the old for the bright shiny new. Look else where for that.Perhaps it is just me~ the 10 Th of December the death of my son Kelsey, the 13 Th of April my son, Christopher’s death ~ has only been three years or three thousand? The world around me plummets into darkness; there is only bad news it seems. Death and madness stalk those close to me and those far away.

Our world is drowning in our refuse, and nature is something we go “visit”. Any hope of good is snuffed out as quickly as it arises… people are stupider than ever it seems. Nations are headed by lunatics, who care only for money and power. We buy our leaders here at home as much as they buy the offices they seek. We call each other terrible things, cannot agree on the most simple of ideas, and cannot for a second imagine what the “other” is thinking or feeling. I want to shake off this feeling as a dog does the water clinging to its fur. I do not want to honor my despair; I do not want to feel how I feel. I want to be other than what I am.

However, I cannot escape me, so instead of a shiny new Monday, New Year post~ this is what you, my put upon reader, must be served. In doing so, in honoring the despair I feel for myself, my country, my world, just maybe I can shed it. So Bah Humbug! Grumble, whine and general badmouthing all the way around. Well that helped a little.

Here is what helped a lot. A poll in Michigan asked respondents if they believed Peace on Earth could be achieved. A whopping 33% responded positively, another 49% said no way. That leaves some 18% (forget the margin of error folks this is too important!) out there undecided. Some 18% that could be swayed to join the 33% that are my kin. That would result in a 51% majority that believe Peace is possible. That would make a very Happy New Year indeed. In the words of John Lennon, Imagine.

Peace as always and in all ways~sage