Rome is burning....

It's that time of year again. The time when we pretend to love friends and family again. Like the 2 dollar Hallmark card makes up for a year of distant acquiantance..The time when we suck on the tit of the capitalist and materialistic machine that we now use to celebrate the Christian bastardization of a neo-pagan ritual. The songs, the wrapping paper, the tinsel, the lights....it makes me want to vomit. it's all an illusion. where we can tell ourselves we are good people. where we can embrace each other in the guise of holiday spirit. fake, all fake. there is no fat trespasser in a jolly red suit coming to bring us gifts. there is no spirit of christmas that makes us more pleasent to be around. if we had any sense whatsoever in our disgusting brains we could feed and clothe our nations homeless with a small percentage of the cash we spend buying twinkling lights and pointless and unneeded presents. i hate walking into any store and my senses being assualted with this hoax. On christmas evening, I will do the same thing I do every night: drink a stiff drink, watch a movie, eat chineese takeout, and fall into a drug induced state. Happy fucking festivus