Welcome back to the Scuttlebutt,
pull up a chair, pour some eggnog, have some Christmas cookies, or whatever means Christmas/Yule/Hannukah/any of the other winter solstice holidays to you.
The day before yesterday as I write this was the shortest day of the year. Life as we know it, with some exceptions that don’t include us thinking apes, are hardwired to be diurnal creatures. We work with the sun, we suffer from depression, vitamin deficiencies, and a whole mess of illnesses when we don’t get it. So, this is not just the dark of the year politically, or socially, but physically as well.
And yet, this is the season when every damn civilization in the northern hemisphere had their major holiday, or at least one of them.
Ever think on that? I have, and I find it to be a VERY human thing. When things are at their darkest, when it seems like all hope must be gone, we rebel, we celebrate. For we look, not at the fading of the light, but of its return, and we party, knowing that the tide turns, and the light shall return.
So I’m not going to talk about the amount of hypocritical pork and general bullshit that was tied into the “COVID Stimulus package”, or anything else of that nature.
As I sit here in the Big Easy, NOLA, I’m not going to discuss what has happened to this town. Not today, that will be for another day.
I’m merely going to wish you a Merry Christmas, or whatever your faith calls this season, and hope for a happier and more prosperous New Year for us all.
The Light will return, we will see better times. Maybe not this week, or even this year, maybe not all of us will be here to see it. But we must and do know that things will get better eventually. When things seem at their darkest, know that the tide will turn, and despair has never done anything for anyone, so heed not it’s council, but instead wish your fellow man the joys of the season.
Until next time I remain,
Yours in service.