Nov 15, 2007 00:57
I saw a fucking Christmas tree yesterday. The bullshit begins. Aside from spoiled children and tyranny I loathe nothing more than Christmas. Coincidentally it produces both. If memory serves me correctly wasn't it a time to celebrate the birth of some Middle Eastern guy who got everyone drunk off water then walked on it? Now what the fuck does it stand for? Sales. I use to rant on about how I hate Christmas because everyone was all happy a giddy over giving each other be quested shit they bought at walmart in the bargain bin two months before. This time it's different, well almost.
What better way to ring in the New Year by bending over and letting capitalism fuck you in the ass with a candy cane? Did anyone even notice the paradigm shift? No, you didn't, instead you all embraced it then bought reindeer wrapping paper to cover it all up, feel better yet? Do people enjoy fattening the pockets of conglomerates so much that they feel the need to ignore the true sprit of Christmas if ever there was one?
How about you stop buying shit for your grandmother to unwrap and make her something instead? You don't need a reason to go home and visit the ones you love. Why buy into it? Break free from the superficial red white and green and re-make new rituals that don't give the machine a reason to root for you.
Why not start with Christmas? Us Americans are so easily distracted, I wouldn't be surprised if we all started buying blades of grass if some asshole put an mp3 player in it.
Shut up for a second and stop texting each other. Look up at the world around you and look out at the worlds over seas. Can't you put your iphone down for a second and realize that shit is all fucked up?
No, of course not, because the next best thing is coming out for Christmas and you HAVE to buy it.
Well fuck it, if I'm alone in this I can either pretend nothing's happening socially and economically and go back to having sex with my electronics like everyone else or I can at least try to drop out of this consumer web and shout until someone passing by has dead air in-between songs on their beloved music player and happens to hear my necessitate for change.
Christ, do I have to twist your arms to better the world…..oh wait never mind everyone's at the mall I might as well be talking to my cat.
I want eggnog.
A LOT of it.
People give me a headache
amherst