Happy New Year. The year of our Lord, two thousand eight, promises to be a year of new beginnings, just as every year does. We may in our land, for the first time, have a woman become President of the United States. We might, for the first time ever, realize the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s dream and elect a biracial man for President of the United States. Whoever becomes the president has a great responsibility in leading the third most heavily populated nation in the world, a constituency 300 million strong. May the best person win.
For those who need a less-than-perky web log of my grayest thoughts and purges, I have a second weblog in the cooker. Here’s the address: http://www.eatlava.wordpress.com. WARNING: CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE AND/OR UNWHOLESOME THEMES. SEND THE YOUNG PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE TO ANOTHER ROOM IF YOU CHOOSE TO READ THIS. Even a hopeful, semi-perky person needs to clean the sludge of negative energy every so often. I’ve been working on a couple of novels; hence, it’s been a while since I’ve posted. I apologize. Look for more rivers of fruit juice here (or more streams of magma at my ‘evil twin’ blog), and clean off that porch swing. The best part about the porch swing in your soul is that you and Grandad get to sit on it in January or in July, whether he’s here or in Heaven. Make a wonderful new year for yourself and for those in your life.