Since in my short time here I seem to have made so many friends and admirers, I thought I'd leave you for the hollidays with some seasonal cheer.
While the sap from the great pine tree masacre is still drying, let's wish children of the third world some rest from being Santa's little helpers.
While our own children are bribed and brainwashed with the ludicrous story of how a "virgin" mother from Nazareth would go all the way to Bethlehem for some "census" when it's pretty easy to figure out it was made up to match a kooky old testiment prophecy, and on a date that we all know certainly wasn't Decemeber two five.
While we lie to them about some reindeer-flying, clairvoyant, burgler/behaviour cop to help reinforce CocaCola's (TM) worldwide corporate identity by deifying his joly, red and white caricature, the true-life messiah of Globalization's crap-mongers.
After all, filling their heads with manipulative nonsence at such a young age just makes it easier for them, easier to accept the total consumerist indocrination that waits down the road.
The loot don't hurt much neither.
Along with the nog, the carols, the roast beast, I call for a new Christmass Tradition! All I ask, while you are laughing and singing and ripping shiney wrapping from treasured cardboard boxes, is that you read the labels of all your marvelous acquisitions.
Imagine the hardships caused by this anual orgy of consumption in our western society that is already consuming far far too much.
And when all is said and done, take stock of all the garbage, all the waste and excess, the mountains of toss-away junk that is the measure of our Cellebration's joy, and wonder how much more the planet can take.
Count the gifts made with questionable labour and environmental practices and count the many smiles they bring. Count the cheap, plastic, nonsencical guilt-booty armoured in layers of disposable packaging. Count the sweat shop manufactured textiles and rejoice that our children and loved ones are unburdened with guilt for the suffering of those far away who may not share our faith.
Merry Christmass to all, and to all a good night.