New Year’s Eve. The problem with New Year’s resolutions is just one letter. They should be New Year’s revolutions. Action in place of intentions. We can’t wait around much longer for someone else to stand in front of the metaphoric tank.

Big words. No tanks tonight here in the Rhode Island woods, and it’s freezing out there. But 2015 has an ominous ring to me. My 70th year, so I won’t be taking it to the streets again, and as an impoverished pensioner I have no political power. I am just a writer, who has always felt that evil fed on failed communication. The source of evil is a Jesuitical obsession.