At first all I wanted this Christmas was for Newt Grinchwich (typo and it stays) to somehow lose his tongue in a freak accident which would render him speechless and unable to spew any more lies for the rest of his (my) life. Is that wrong??
But then it hit me that while these nasty debates, snarky commentaries and back-and-forth bickering is driving me insane it sure is nice to see people passionate about their life, future and politics. Especially when you live in a place that doesn’t have a choice and hasn’t for a very very very long time, if they even ever did. Let me tell you, it takes all the life and individualism and passion out of a place. Oh it’s here, but it’s hard to find…and for good reasons.
Santa, for Christmas I want the people to holler, debate, donate, hug your neighbor, love a God (or a dog whichever you prefer), care about the air you breathe and the food you eat, design something…new, stop buying crappy perfume that a cheap celebrity is hawking (I had to throw that in, sorry), and vote. Because you can.