Sunday, 28 December 2008

Humbug

Christmas has become the epitome of everything that is wrong with us. It's a sick, depraved twisting of reality. For starters, fuck you if you equate chocolate and love. The only reason they punt xmas is to sell the crap that you would never, ever ever buy for yourself. Why? Because it's crap and ou know it.

The total amount of rubbish generated is enough to make me puke. Can anyone say "carbon footprint"?

It's a pagan holiday that the christians stole, then commerce stole, and now no-one wants to admit to. Don't blame them really, it's a crappy time, and we all know it. Why is it always about the person you can't be with, the present you cannot afford? And the only succesful xmas includes a lot of useless things (usually broken by lunchtime) ... far too much food and wine ... and the insane desire to surround yourself with people you successfully avoid the other 364 days of the year?

Hardly a good time. And i see israel has gone bossies again ... let's celebrate by killing people ... cos they're pests ... AND it's FUN!!! *c/o George Carlin.

My dog bit me .... says summin about MY karma, or dogma perhaps. Chows .... turns out they're related to pitbulls .... i didn't know. Such is life. At least it's healing really well.

peace ... and love ... and even happiness, if you can manage

3 comments:

Aquila ka Hecate said...

aww, Bratsie, I'm sorry.
About your dog: Chows were bred, like Pits, as fighting dogs. Doesn't mean they should go around biting people however - in fact, Pits are only supposed to be aggressive to other dogs, not humans. I'm not going to give you the old 'be the pack-leader' line, even if it's true. Dogs will bite sometimes if they sense something wrong with you, though.
I dreamt last night that you'd made big changes in your blog. How weird of me.
Not having family and being a people-avoider by temperament, I don't fare too badly over Xmas, usually.
Since last night though I've been in a rare depression - must be everybody else that's causing it.
Love,
Terri

Aquila ka Hecate said...

PS I'm sorry, again. I'll have to stop calling you Bratsie. It's not nice.
New Year's resolution: Be Nicer to People.
Love,
Terri in Joburg, where it's about to storm. Run...

Anonymous said...

Oh dear, you sound as out of sorts as i :)

Bratsie .. yes well ... *chuckle* someone has to keep me in my place ...
be nice to people, yes, secret of life that is .... sometimes it's just so damned hard.

You dreamt of me ... not sure whether to be flattered or frightened ... we know where YOU get out to at nights young lady

Peace .. and lotsa love