Silverbelles and ‘backs … Let us hear from you

SB Jon (Brigham Young SBs), the gamblin’ man, shared with us his letter to Santa:

“Dear Santa:
By this time next year, and especially in three years, the America we loved will be
unrecognizable to you and to us. I could list a hundred reasons why, but what’s the point? The
horse is out of the barn, and there is no getting her back in. As the English say, “mustn’t
grumble.” So I want you to help me shrink my world. I’m not a high flyer anymore. I’m more like
the Greek goddess Aergia who tiptoes outside for a minute or two and then says fuck it, on her
way to a nap. What’s happening to this country is nothing new. In fact it has happened to every
civilization since the dawn of man. The difference being that we are also obliterating the chance
of sustained human life on the planet. But no worries. If there is a will to fix it, we will. If there is
not, we won’t. The planet will survive, and the micro-organisms that remain need presents too.
Santa will never die!
You slipped a book in my stocking a few years back called “Sapiens.” Basically any community
of humans numbering more than a few hundred will eat itself, as we are now doing. So where is
the wellspring of hope?
Get smaller. Grab your family, and friends, and dogs, and random kind people into your orbit,
and fade all the rest. That is my goal for next year and beyond.