It is that time once again.The ending of one year the beginning of another.
A new year!A call to action! The opportunities to be better tomorrow and each succeeding day than you are today.
A chance to break free of the mundane, to refuse to paint in black and white and between the lines but instead wherever your imagination takes you.To paint your future in the bold strokes and daring colors it was meant to be painted in
A new year is the chance to embrace the truth. The truth that nothing is impossible as long as your faith remains strong and you dare to dream.
A new year,
A blank canvass,
A new beginning,
Make it yours
Because after all the future is but what you make it
I say the future is ours…
…if you can count!
Now, look what we have
here before us.
We’ve got the Muslims…
…sitting next to
We’ve got the Christians …
…right by the Atheists
The Whites up against the Blacks and the heterosexuals back to back with the homosexuals.
Nobody is wasting nobody.
…is a miracle.
is the way things ought to be.
You’re standing right now
with nine delegates from every race, nationality religion and sexual orientation
That’s over 7 and a half billion humans.
Now, put that in perspective and you’ll understand there ain’t but a handful of racist, misogynist, intolerant hate filled humans left in this whole world
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Now here’s the sum total.
Unity and tolerance could run this world.
We could make it a paradise. Because we got the Earth
Can you dig it?
The problem in the past
has been those committed to hate and division turning us against one another.
We have been unable
to see the truth,
because we’ve been fighting
for 10 square feet of ground,
our turf, our little piece of turf.
That’s crap, brothers and sisters
The turf is ours by right
because it’s our turn.
All we have to do
is see the good in each other
We slowly root out the hate from each corner of the globe
Secure our territory,
secure our turf
because it’s all our turf and this Earth would be a paradise.
The following is a hypothetical conversation sometime in the future between an ex-presidential candidate and a campaign strategist.
Ex Candidate (EC): I wish I had a campaign manager like this last election
Strategist (S): Last election. Oh yeah. You went all-in on that one, huh? Really swung for the fences, huh?
EC: Thank you. I just did the work. I had to sort of just free myself up to believe it was okay to be him in a weird way.
S: To be Trump
S: To be Trumpy
S: Like the Trumpiest candidate that ever ran
EC: When I was running for President.
S: Acting like Trump. Trying to come back from that
EC: In a weird way, I had to fool my mind into believing I wasn’t the Donald.
S: But Trump thought he was a good qualified President, so you can’t afford to play Trump being a qualified candidate. Running as a guy who thinks he’s qualified but is so far from qualified, that’s tricky. Hats off for going there especially knowing how the voters are about that now
EC: About what?
S: You’re serious? You don’t know? Everybody knows you never go full Trump
EC: What do you mean?
S: Check it out. Richard Nixon, 37th President, look, Trump, act Trump, not Trump. Established the EPA and OSHA, ended America’s involvement in the Vietnam war, opened diplomatic relations with The Peoples Republic of China. He had Watergate so crooked sho’. Not Trump. You know Jimmy Carter.’ Below average President, yes. Indecisive, maybe. Gas shortages and Iranian hostage crises. But he created the Departments of Energy and Education and negotiated a peace treaty between Israel and Egypt. That ain’t Trump. He was a goddamn Noble Peace Prize winner. Do you know any Trump Noble Prize Winners? You went full, Trump man. Never go full, Trump. You don’t buy that? Ask Donald, 2020, Presidential Election. Remember? Went full Trump, went home empty-handed.
An angel walks into a room with a Christian who celebrates Christmas. A Jew who celebrates Hanukkah and an African American who celebrates Kwanza. The angel quickly looks around and says Happy Holidays to everyone. At that moment, an individual in the corner sighs loudly. The angel turns to the man and asks, is there a problem, sir? To which the man responded, well, since you asked, there is. I’m so tired of you liberals and your war on Christmas. What wrong with just saying Merry Christmas as we did in the good old days. The angel looked at the man and laughed and then politely said, sir, it would seem you and not me who is waging war on Christmas. Me? Responded the man shockingly. Yes, you said the angel, for on the day Jesus was born, an angel-like myself told all those in the manger I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. He did not identify only a selection of people to wish great joy. He wished it to all. We are all God’s children, and he wishes that we love each other and respect each other faiths as his children. If you choose to turn a cold shoulder to or belittle those who wish happiness to all, then it is you who are soiling the true meaning of Christmas.