This is the year of the end of Bush. This is the year of the end of the nasty hissing political Scylla that is CheneyRummyAshcroftRove. This is the year we say good-bye to the collective spiritual and intellectual gouge. This is the year we all wake the hell up.
Can we resolve? It is even possible? To end all the inane ultraviolent ultramacho oily penis-envy wars and end the faux-macho political preening and flagrant poisoning of the environment and the appalling gutting of the economy? What, too utopian? Oh well.
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Because this is the year of the follow through, the year you stop telling yourself you're really and truly gonna do that thing you always said you were gonna do and instead stop thinking so much about it and just stand up and put on your pants and make the necessary calls and take a deep breath and get the hell off the couch of self-doubt and do it.
Because, hey, with only 11 more months until BushCo is happily and hastily voted out of our collective consciousness, there really is no better time to resolve to revolutionize your tired perspectives. Right?
http://www.sfgate.com/columnists/morford/comment: A great article to pick up sagging spirits.