The threat of Xmas.

Conditions: Muggy.

This is the the most feared time of year. It is the time where malls start putting up the Xmas decorations. The green leafy things spreading like a cancer across the roofs and support columns. And the bunting. And the teeny tiny bells. Oh Cthulhu, the bells. It struck me like a thunderbolt during an amble through the local mall. I stopped in my tracks, rooted to the spot as the realisation fell upon me: The terror of Xmas is upon us! We must flee!

I hate Xmas. Hate hate hate, hate, hate hate. Hate! Hate it for all it's stupid mindless greedy corporate bullshit. Hate it for it's transparent feel-good fake-ness. Hate it for it's 'aw shucks' manufactured down-hominess. Hate it for the hypocrisy the other 364 days of the year are. Peace on earth, goodwill to all man? Don't make me kill you on Xmas.

And it isn't enough that it exists, oh no. It also has to shove itself in my face every chance it gets. Watching television. Reading newspapers. Going to a store. Getting the fracking mail from the mailbox. It's like some insane tune the whole world is singing, that you can't get out of your head. Xmas again, already, some more. It's times like this I wish I had completed my doomsday device.


Guy Fawkes

Speaking of doomsday, our fair city celebrated Guy Fawkes in the only way appropriate recently, by purchasing cheap explosives from KMart and detonating them in our backyards. This I do not understand. Why are we celebrating a terrorist? And since we are doing so, why aren't the explosives at least industrial strength? And perhaps attached to the nearest govermental building?

Just what is the point of Guy Fawkes's holiday, apart from giving the Fire Department something to do? Do politicians fear this holiday? Do they love the fact that instead of blowing them up, citizens are content to just scare their pets and go 'ooooh' at the bright lights?


Film Review: Flags of our Fathers.

Well, Clint Eastwood still knows how to shoot a damn fine movie. The problem is simply one of timing. Not in the movie, of the movie. Because this is simply a lesson we already know. War is bad, propoganda is lies, people are suckers. Thanks Clint, but we really needed this one about four years ago.

Furthermore, again there's a reference to how the soldiers of World War 2 never talked, or wanted to talk, about war and what they had to do during it. While that may have seemed noble a while ago, I'm beginning to think that perhaps the old soldiers should have talked up a storm about how terrible and inhuman and soul-destroying war is. Because there's a great number of adults walking around today who simply don't know, and perhaps they would have known if the old soldiers had clued them in when they came home. It's a lesson sentient beings shouldn't have to re-learn.


Peace out.