Angry New Yorker

Saturday, January 08, 2011
It's rather stunning that we're already one week finished with 2011, leaving only 51 in which to fight the unholy troika juggernaut of ennui, inertia and politicians' inclination to spend more as an "investment" in the future.  2010 was, I'll be blunt, the worst year, personally, since 2001 - and that's actually really saying something.  

But in 2011 I'm somewhat (that's a tentative and qualified 'somewhat') hopeful, because I think more and more people are waking up to the collective cataclysmic dangers facing us.  The flipside, however, is whether this awakening is challenged into focused productive action or merely becomes a fatalistic impulse to stir up a new martini, pull up a deck chair and listen to the band run through its final chorus of Near, My God, To Thee, before the deck tilts, the stern rises and the waters ultimately close again.

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