As 2012 comes to an end and 2013 begins, I celebrate the year with all its disappointment and satisfaction, its heart break and joyful glee, its pleasure and displeasure. It’s a year in which my side lost, in which America took a turn to the left that has me puzzled and in dismay.  I also recall a part of the year spent fighting for Sen. Rick Santorum, Ted Cruz, Zach Poskevich, Matthew Krause, Craig Bickley and many other great patriots who stepped up to fight for traditional American values. I reminisce of my precinct, senatorial and state conventions and the contribution to our great country I helped make. I also think back to the 1st episode with my partner and my brother Bing Fischer on this very show, and the fabulous year we have had – the partnership that has manicured a future that is as bright as the brightest star in the heavens. As I look to 2013 with a staff on Conservative Nation Radio that has grown to include: General Manager Teresa Bruski, Program Director Duke Brooks, Promotions Manager Barbara Buffing and host Brenda Ward, Christopher Mantei, Chris Ricketts, and Rick Bulow, along with two  new hosts, whose names I dare not mention now – as the surprise will be set off like a hydrogen bomb on January 9, 2013, it is excitement I can barely contain.  To think about the possibility that both Conservative Nation Radio and Traditional American Movement have before them is like finding yourself in a dream and wondering if you’re awake.

What I fondly remember the most however, is all the wonderful people whom God has crossed my path, it is with gratitude that I have for you all.  In as much as the sun settles on all that has happened, I know that its meridian height will be as bright, useful and glorious in the year to come.  It is with that gratitude, I have chosen this poem as a personal toast and thanks – to you all!

Penned by Charles Baudelaire this is called Be Drunk

You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it–it’s the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of
a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,
drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything
that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is
singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and
wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you:”It is time to be
drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be
continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.”