(Sometimes our friends disappoint us more than our “enemies….” – promoted by countrycat)
Your new year date your birth date and mine my birth date (November 3)the real new year date, individual, and not even shared exactly by a twin.
I never really felt much emotional attachment to the collective civil new year date.
I say birth date because your birth date and birthday not always same.
Count birth dates I’m 70; count birthdays I’m 10.
This notion of mine the ultimate political statement; I perceive what’s real, most folk dont.
The cynical pretend and use the true believers.
I resolved on November 3rd to not hit folk who
have much less melanin who talk the good old days to my face, in my face.
Fewer folk do bad acts now than, say, two hundred years ago.
During my youth even, there existed in Alabama the possibility I’d be killed if I look at a picture of Ingrid Bergman in a magazine store, so guilty of the felony of breathing while black.
I have punched more liberals than conservatives for the “good old days” lie. The conservatives were aware that I am not pacific. They were not, so figure since I associated.
I expect my friends and allies to perceive the real, not the mythical, such as a deity that does magic in our lives, personal magic. The magic never protected the miscreants who violated my No good old days rule.
I believe that the One supported me in this,heh, so protected me from human law. Never arrested, never even charged, I felt the self righteous awe similar to that of the religious right nowadays.
I dont want to live like them.
I resolved to change the Good old guy
behaviour of my past on November 3rd.
It’s difficult. One day
at a time.