Bah, Hamburg!

As the last of the turkey is being consumed in sandwiches, with copious beverages and never-ending sports, we are about to enter the threshold of our most dreaded holiday. Xmas tunes are already deluging my vehicle's radio, while decorations and schlock have been in the stores before Halloween even had a chance to die a zombie death. The Rev and I loathe it, not because we no longer have connections to family, nor because it's become one more commercial enterprise that throws participants into year-long debt. Even the fact that it goes on forever and you want to bomb every ad agency on Madison Ave. are beside the point.

No, the hardest part isn't having to explain to anyone trying to push it on you or shout about heathens trying to take THEIR holidays away - annoying as that is - doesn't hold a candle to recognizing the inanity of the celebrators' dogmas. It's hard to balance their wishes for 'happy holidays' and 'peace on earth' when we're bombing the crap out of people all over the world. So, ho, ho, ho your way to making Walmart rich, try not to think about a family that possessed only a mud hut and two goats until we took that from them, and don't even start when you see me coming. I'm the one NEVER wearing red and green as a color combo.