A POINTLESS REVIEW OF THE YEAR AND NO RESOLUTIONS
In some ways, I wish I could do that to the entire past year. No, not because all my favourite celebrities passed away -- most of them I had hardly heard of, some of them were quite unknown, and several were minor deities with whose life work I was quite unfamiliar -- but because it was, on the whole, a remarkably unpleasant year.
Even the greatest personal victory in that time was, if you think about it, minor and extremely petty. And not really a cause for great jubilation.
I cleaned up my Facebook, and de-friended bucket loads of people.
Many of whom chose the past year to reveal themselves.
Gibberant, foolish, irredeemable.
Berniacs, Stein supporters, conspiracist, anti-vax.
Any anti-Semites, a few Jew-o-philes.
I also axxed the Christians.
Just "that" kind.
You know, into every life some Christians must fall. But there is no reason to tolerate very many of them, and certainly not a certain type.
They can be quite the pest.
I am beginning to understand the Roman Emperors, and sympathize with their strongly held belief in the combustibility of the faithful.
Fortunately a few notorious "believers" also passed away this year, several of them adulated for their high achievements, though I cannot claim to have cared much about them till their death week. They were rather like many of the other celebrities who croaked, in that respect. Eliciting a mumbledly apathetic "who?" as well as "g'ddam, why are all my remaining friends having the vapours over that man/woman/thing?"
Did Mother Theresa die?
I cannot remember.
I miss The Artist Formerly Known As Prince, though. Whom Boy George described as a midget dipped in a bucket of pubic hair.
Not so much the music, as that image.
To the best of my knowledge there was nothing wrong with him.
In the coming twelve months I am going to continue the behaviour and the intolerances of the past twelve. There is no reason to change that, nor to endure a greater spectrum of dunderheads.
They have every right to exist.
Just not in my life.
I have no New Year Resolutions. Not because I claim that perfection has been realized, or that further efforts in that direction are a waste of time, but because I am a realist and intend to play it by ear.
I'll probably become a little older.
And more grouchy.
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