Cinematic Point Of View

I could not give less of a shit about Christmas this year. Maybe I’m being ungrateful and missing the point, but the fact that I’m supposed to put on a happy face about this shit show country (and world) and sing “Joy to the World” isn’t cutting it right now.

This year, Christmas has made me look at the incredible sadness that has been building inside me over the past year from holding it all in. I’m looking at all the traditions and routines that we celebrate and act out and seeing them in a different light.

Like the idea of how us parents lie to our children about the existence of a Santa and manipulate them with the stories. How the fuck did we ever think that was cute? Because we ourselves had those lies told to us? I think there’s a pretty good argument that it’s just another form of generational abuse. Hey kids, here is your first big taste of the real world handed out to you by the people you trust most in life.

It’s a con. Just like the big fat con man and his cronies living it up in Washington, it’s all manipulative con.

Sorry for this bummer post, but sometimes you have to vent.

There was never a war on Christmas. It was never wrong to say “Merry Christmas.” Like everything else in the maga world, it’s a grand delusion they love to swim in. The fact that these people hold this tradition in such high regard has quite possibly forever changed my point of view.

I’m thankful for the health of my friends and family. I’m thankful to have the freedom to speak my mind in this blog. I’m thankful you’re reading this. That’s about it. The whole “Christmas is back” crowd can go fuck themselves.

Merry Christmas, you filthy animals. This too shall pass.