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I Resolve



In 2018 I Resolve

Resolutions, they tell me, are silly things.  Easily broken, quickly forgotten, they are largely meaningless.  That's what they tell me.  I, therefore, resolve:  





I resolve to be a better citizen.  Democracy needs participation, and I have been half-assed if assed at all.  Good citizens need to work at it, to study and to be engaged.  They need to ferret out the facts and be blind to base personal assumptions or ignorance.




I resolve to stop the cycle of watching the news, becoming pissed and then endless viewing to see what happens next.  There are other things to do much more rewarding than being on the frontlines of the Second American Civil War.  





Combining the first two I resolve to resist stupidity or lies in politics or politicians.  Resist being fed lies.  I further resolve to resist blogging political crap.  The U.S. will right itself, or it won't.  The country will embrace Trumpism or it won't.  The people will confirm their values or they'll form new ones.  Blathering on in the blog serves no useful function.  How many times can you yell "fire!" before thethose who ignore that call are consumed?  





I resolve to put Operation Northlandia into play.  Soon, my babysitting gig will end.  A new chapter will begin.  






I resolve to cross these two bridges on my motorcycle this summer.





I resolve to be less disciplined this year.  In other words, to pull the stick out of my ass.  It shouldn't be my safety, security, or size of the crowd that determines my actions.  Just say fuck it - let's do it.





I resolve to continue with posting on Existing in BFE one more year, through December.  After that, we'll see if I have anything left to say.




I resolve to read more books this year.




I resolve to paint more.  In fact, since the first of the month I have started three paintings.


I have the best friends.  I resolve to be a better friend back.




And I resolve to keep it fun.

Happy New Year everybody.  

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