You gotta love Fred, Scrooge's nephew. He never lets anything get him down, even his uncle's insults and barbs. Fred simply looks at Scrooge and says, "Yeah, well, Merry Christmas, you old bastard." (I'm paraphrasing loosely here.) Fred remains the embodiment of good Christmas cheer, the antithesis of Ebenezer Scrooge.
As you know, I have been struggling with my Scrooge-ness this past week. I have been making a concerted effort to remain positive in my dealings with this crappy world. (Whoops, a little slip there. Sorry.) For the most part, I have been successful. I have embraced my inner Fred. But it's so much easier to be Ebenezer, and more fun at times.
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I could also say something fairly negative about Paul Ryan's personal best marathon time, which he got wrong by almost two hours. I won't. It was an honest mistake. I'm Fred.
I could include one of my favorite Mitt Romney quotes: "I'm not familiar precisely with what I said, but I'll stand by what I said, whatever it was." But I'm not going to do that. And I'll stand by what I say. I'm Fred.
It's not easy being eternally positive, but it is rewarding. Just ask Fred.
Saint Marty is the eternal optimist.
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