The year is shaping up to be tumultuous, and in such a topsy-turvy world of nonsense and insanity being treated as wisdom the chances are fairly good that it could end positively, or at least much more positively than most of us suspect.

Much in the same way that I want to believe in God but have great difficulty shedding my materialism, I want to believe in the White Pill but have great difficulty shedding my cynicism. However, giving up and quitting would be what my enemies want, so I fight on in bitter spite. I believe it is possible to make it a good year by sheer force of will.