New Year, Same As The Old Year? Maybe. Maybe, we will all get what we want. Freedom from Retail? I could pull it off. A night of passion with a certain fiery wrestler? A boy can dream can’t he.
Now, what about the less selfish wishes? I admit it. I am short-tempered and bitter, but I’m not a total douche. I’m not going to go all over the top and say peace on earth. Human nature causes us to get violent every so often. We are predatory beasts after all.
But the shooting of people who don’t volunteer to go to war? Yeah let’s cut down on that. And what of rioting and city-wide destruction? That can lessen to as close to zero as possible.
Let’s make 2018 a Year Of Talking. A Year Of Reunions. We are all Americans! Let’s stop the cult brainwashing and anointing of leaders who just keep repealing and passing laws to spite each other. We can all be Green Repubocratians. Life Matters.
Compromise means no one gets what they really want. Thats how truly you live in peace. We each give a little, and everyone has something on their plate.
In 2016 and 2017, I learned a lot about myself and took some risks. Made some changes and I’ve gotten knocked down and had to retreat a little bit. It’s still good because I’m still alive, and so are all of you dear readers. (Yes, I zombie shame. Get back in your grave, or I’m grabbing my boomstick!)
In 2018, I’m going to try and keep my old man of a partner a tad corralled on his cloud yelling (unless it’s the iCloud which needs a thermite grenade), while I resolve to get Novel Two out there. Heck check out novel one while you are waiting.
In 2018, in one way or another… Ragonus Rises. Roulette Productions Evolves. The Fight Continues.