This coming year, the Year of the Red Fire Monkey, I am determined to laugh more. I have many reasons: laughter gives you better laugh lines, improves the chemicals in your brain, makes you feel good, and takes the wind out of your enemy’s sails. Fascists like Trump hate it because it takes away their control and fear memes. Laughter is a powerful antidote to fear mongering; if you laugh with your enemies for too long, watch out: they may turn into friends. It’s also way more fun than falling into rages and yelling at the evening news anchor. Or drinking alone. Or taking drugs. Laughter is an incendiary substance; it lightens and brightens and makes you inclined to question your beliefs. During the Middle Ages, a time of turmoil, religious fanaticism and danger much like our own, only the Fool had the audacity to make jokes. Everyone then knew laughter could be dangerous, even fatal, but absolutely necessary for the King’s sanity. Or mine, for that matter.
The remedy for all of our afflictions is loud, sustained guffaws, belly laughs, giggles, and yes….tears. The tears we shed when we really laugh hard are precious. So, that’s my resolution for 2016. Oh, and by the way, just to help you onto this laugh track by way of demonstrating the wisdom of laughter, I have a very funny story for you…
Or if you need a book to laugh over, while at the same time getting to know our new friends, the Iranians, I urge you to read My Uncle Napoleon. Why would I lie?
Happy New Year!