This Christmas season, I’d like to remind you that if you shouldn’t be so smug about not believing in Santa Claus if you also believe in God.
After all, what kind of fool would believe in a spooky old man with a long white beard who lives “up there” and always watches us and judges us…? Oh, religious folk.
It’s all make believe, folks. None of it has anything to do with reality. So, face it. If you believe in God, it’s just Santa by another name.
Merry Santanas…
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
The joy of giving gift… cards…
Used to be you’d sweat over just the right gift to give some…
Okay, maybe it wasn’t. Used to be you’d buy people you didn’t care about gifts you didn’t care about. That said, at least they were gifts. Now, we live in the age of the gift card and, even better, the online gift card. Basically, we give money. If we don’t care, we give money.
Not bad for not caring, actually.
Still, I find it fascinating that this is how we’ve come to define an expression of love and caring for those we, well, love and care about… cash.
You give me $25. I give you $10. But I gave you the $10 with a card and you didn’t even sign your name on the gift card in the “FROM” spot. Is it a wash? Is that how we determine who cares about us?
People back in the 1960’s were bitching about how meaningless Christmas had become. Now, we don’t have to bitch about that… it’s pretty damned obvious.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t. Used to be you’d buy people you didn’t care about gifts you didn’t care about. That said, at least they were gifts. Now, we live in the age of the gift card and, even better, the online gift card. Basically, we give money. If we don’t care, we give money.
Not bad for not caring, actually.
Still, I find it fascinating that this is how we’ve come to define an expression of love and caring for those we, well, love and care about… cash.
You give me $25. I give you $10. But I gave you the $10 with a card and you didn’t even sign your name on the gift card in the “FROM” spot. Is it a wash? Is that how we determine who cares about us?
People back in the 1960’s were bitching about how meaningless Christmas had become. Now, we don’t have to bitch about that… it’s pretty damned obvious.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Dems in ’10… no, not really...
It seems like every day, the Democrats do something else to shoot their chances in 2010 in the foot.
They’ve fucked up health care reform. They’ve fucked up financial reform. They’ve vacated the moral high ground, leaving Gitmo and the black sites and illegal surveillance intact. They still haven’t ended the wars. And, oh yes, they are a bunch of pussies.
When people ask me why I’m not a Democrat, these are just a few of the reasons…
I understand how hard it is to find work, folks, but a public servant's first job should not be preserving their job...
They’ve fucked up health care reform. They’ve fucked up financial reform. They’ve vacated the moral high ground, leaving Gitmo and the black sites and illegal surveillance intact. They still haven’t ended the wars. And, oh yes, they are a bunch of pussies.
When people ask me why I’m not a Democrat, these are just a few of the reasons…
I understand how hard it is to find work, folks, but a public servant's first job should not be preserving their job...
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Climate change hasn’t…
I love the new Repugnican meme that says all the science on climate change is a lie… wait a sec… that’s not new. They’ve been saying that all along.
But what they constantly forget is that even if all science was a lie, you couldn’t refute the fact that we’re running out of fossil fuels and need alternatives… wait a sec… if they think all science is a lie, they probably think that math is, too.
Basically, these people are fucking nuts.
But what they constantly forget is that even if all science was a lie, you couldn’t refute the fact that we’re running out of fossil fuels and need alternatives… wait a sec… if they think all science is a lie, they probably think that math is, too.
Basically, these people are fucking nuts.
Knock yourself out...
There's something insanely lovable about this song... or is it the other way 'round?
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