A POINTLESS REVIEW OF THE YEAR AND NO RESOLUTIONS

Someone in Canada wants me to take a medicine I cannot pronounce. It would have been pronounceable if instead of deleting the fifteen comments that mentioned it I had attentively scoped out the texts, but instead I dumped them on the spam heap of recent history. Click.

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.
Not all.


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.
Savonarola?


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.


RESOLUTIONS

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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