I haven’t posted in a long time. Somewhat for being busy; somewhat for having little to write about; and somewhat for trying to to sound repetitive, ranting about the same old things. And then, I lost track of time.
So here we are on the brink of the second month of the year: February. The shortest, darkest, coldest month of the year. The month of Groundhogs Day — a day when people consider a hibernating relative of the muskrat and beaver a better weather predictor than the meteorologist on the news. (They might be right.) The month of Valentine’s Day — a day perpetuated by the greeting card, flower, and chocolate companies to increase their prices 200% just so people can prove they love other people. Oh, it’s also known for a massacre, but we don’t actually commemorate that. The month of Presidents Day — a day when we celebrate the first president’s and the first Republican’s birthdays, neither of which actually falls on that day usually. The month of Darwin Day — a day to celebrate the birth of the writer of The Origin of Species who opened up a whole new world of scientific thought and made religious people really angry for over a century.
Then there are the commemorations for the whole month. February is Teen Dating Violence Awareness and Prevention Month, which is, I guess, connected to Valentine’s Day in some twisted way. I like that one, but it’s not really well-known. And then it is also Black History Month. I am not against that at all. I think this country needs to be reminded of the contributions of African Americans because many Americans tend to either forget or ignore that this country would not be what it is without them. Of course, the government gave the shortest, darkest, coldest month to it. One might see that as a little racist too.