Year in review…

In essence I prayed that 2009 would be my worst year of not just the decade but of my whole life. The audacity! 2010 was better (especially from a financial point of view)—but the imperial year 2011 was the worst of the three. The world is in turmoil and that sheltered child, Bryan, must remember that he has not been sheltered for over two decades—and that child no longer exists.

2011 was a year of survival—like reggae-music-lyrics of survival—even like Blues lyrics of survival. I can only sit here and write this because the year has ended with a positive twist (especially from a financial point of view). But the twisting is only around promises. Any serious reconstruction (especially from a financial point of view) begins next week. “The eagle flies on Friday” as the Blues lyrics say—and next Friday promises reconstruction. But the “civil war” is just beginning.

Just in case your life is as sweet and fuzzy as Georgia peaches here are a few links from around the world to put my words into not the rasx() context but your context:

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