Welcome back to the Asylum! We have apologizes to make to the management. There appears to be a communication breakdown in the process, but we have cued up the machinery, and all systems are go, at least, this week. Look forward to us arriving in your electronic mailbox with more regularity, in the coming year. In this time of multiple wars and international disasters, let’s remember, as we roam the aisles of Walmart and the World Trade Organization that this is the season for giving, loving, and enjoying the pleasant warmth of a communal fire. We look forward to serving you in the future.
Email your best Resolutions and I will compile a Top Ten Funniest list, so we can all laugh and hold each other to it, or NOT!
My first resolution is to become more active in the political arena. Another voting cycle approaches, and what better time to start a Revolution than on the two-year off-season voting cycle? "If you do not want to see the present state of affairs continue, it is going to take more than just talking about it." I keep telling myself that. Hell, just for giggles, maybe I will run for President of these Disunited Estates of ShameriKKKa. So I am talking about it. Testing the water, and watching the waves. I think that I would make a good President, but an even better Revolutionary. Besides, revolutionaries get to wear stylish jungle boots, while presidents have to wear ties, an old tradition that goes back to the days when a visiting king wore a thick band around his neck, in the case that a battle were to ensue, he might not lose his head. I have to wonder how long it will be before I meet the same bullet that killed Malcolm, Martin, Bobby, John and the rest.

My second resolution is to find time in my schedule for more fun things, more ponies, and more magicians. I think that since the tragic events of September Eleventh, we have all become collectively numb to the activities of our governments, our belief systems, and the way that we treat one another. I resolve to throw more parties, talk to my neighbors, bake more cakes, and step up to the podium of friendship, more often. It should not be that difficult, if we all just start waking up and doing something, each and every day, that changes the collision course that we are creating. One thing a day, may it be a letter to the editor, an hour at the local community center, or just shovel your next door neighbor's sidewalk. I believe that instead of opening our doors to each other, following September Eleventh and now Katrina, we have denied a great many people the chance to see the compassion for humanity that we have within us. Rather, I believe we have become more racist, more closed-off, more fearful than we have been since the early Cold War, and early Civil Rights Movement. Tootie is dead, and Los Angeles did not erupt into riots! How far away are we from Civil War, really? So as we fight two wars on foreign lands, a war against losing our freedoms on the homefront, and a hypothetical war on drugs, but not for cheap medications for the elderly, I beg that you look within yourself for not the beast, but the lover, and the peacemaker.

Okay, I guess that I should save the rest for next week. Stay tuned. Same time, same channel, same Orphans.

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"I have neither mother nor father
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