I truly do have something. Something that exists in each time I know I've lived, the ones I feel doubtful I have, and even - and with me knowing it the least poorly - in this time-surrounding that seems so superfluous to me:
Public Domain. I am mad beyond belief at Sonny and his role in the Mickey Mouse protection act, but at least I seem to just barely be stirring from my self-induced coma, at a time when its tenure is over and, at least here in the States, access to America's legacy- the glorious as well as the shameful- is finally opening up.
I would really rather push a bill that jumps the copyright expenditure for corporations forward decades and open up an absolute torrent of works and characters as a way to compensate for the lost opportunities of the Sonny Bono/Mickey Mouse Protection act, but until then, I do, in fact, have every Jan. 1st to look forward to as Public Domain Day.