December: not my favorite month.
During the best of Decembers, I’ve usually kept my head down, trying to just plow through it. And there hasn’t been a really great December in a couple of years, though I have to say, with respect to the country, the last one felt better than today.
A year ago, we were pissed about Rick Warren at the inauguration, we struggled to accept that Cheney, Bush & Co. would never pay for their 8 year spree, we laughed at Blagojevich’s hair. I was cautiously optimistic about the year ahead. Yeah, we knew the right would lose their minds, we kept reminding ourselves the new POTUS was at best a centrist, we knew it wasn’t going to come up all roses, but if you had told me then where we’d be today, with a Democratic majority and a Democratic President, watching health care circle the drain, I would have chided you for being cynical.
You raise your glass and may exclaim
“I’ll put my hands on the truth by God”
but it’s faster, love, than you and me
