"All nature is a gigantic struggle between strength and weakness, an eternal victory of the strong over the weak..." Adolf Hitler, Christmas, 1944This time of year seems far more gloomy for me than any other time of year, but not because it’s the end of the year and this is right about the time I’m making my year-end assessments of what good and bad I did or didn’t do, no! It’s more like having to deal with the disease of Christmas and watching others behave irrationally, based on the holiday itself.
I’m so fed up with the same dreadful old crap, that I’ve even switched radio stations to avoid getting bombarded with messages of Buy this! Buy that! Buy this useless piece of crap, when I first wake up in the morning.
And that’s a problem whether one realizes this or not; perhaps people have built-in immune systems to ward off the commercialism of Christmas, mine comes and goes in spurts, but it’s everywhere I turn, from the workplace, to the gas station, to the next door neighbor’s house, to Internet banners.
There’s such a slick phoniness to Christmas and the complaints that circle it like Conestoga wagons and though mine might sound that way, mine are of a legitimate concern because as much as anyone can stomach with their eyes and ears, it’s really nothing more than a carefully planned attack by CEOs of mega-corporate companies and retail giants along with their public relations teams who carefully execute their plans so as to not miss their mark or targeted audience, who buy their mutant wares that are manufactured in other lands for a relatively cheap rate and keeps them rolling in the dough, all fat and happy, while the lowly consumer becomes penniless and ends up paying for a piece of crap that falls apart in days and pays for it the next six months.
It is often said that Christmas is designed for children, but whoever said that was lying through their pearly whites, because everywhere you travel, the message is quite clear, buy, buy, and buy more.
“I need this Harry Potter DVD,” says Cousin Mitch. “I want this GG Allin CD,” says uncle Lew. “I’ll just simply die if I don’t have Sony PlayStation3,” says Brother Jason. “I’m gonna kill myself if I don’t get a new set of golf clubs this Christmas,” says Father Tim.”
What is the one universal message that comes out of all those wants and needs?
Nothing, absolutely nothing.
Christmas has nothing to do with buying gifts for family or friends. It has more to do with the celebration of the birth of the savior Jesus Christ. Somewhere along the line, Christmas became distorted, interpreted badly, exploited by the big business monkey who have robbed and ridiculed the simple of idea of Christmas totally.
It’s a hijacked holiday as far as I’m concerned, full of competition; changes people into greedy evil monsters for approximately one and a half months, until the first of the year and then those feelings of joy splatter like loose bowel movements into the toilet bowl until they turn back into hard stool full of grim and ugly facial expressions, ready to spew anger, disappointment and dismay because all of those Botox Frankenstein-like injections that they were given in early November to appear happier, have all petered out.
Yes, there is no Merry Christmas; it’s more like Merry Axe Mess and we have corporate America to thank for that. God bless America, the land of several million gentle souls all marching to the beat of corporate attitude and spend, spend, spend and never get out of debt. I doubt Jesus Christ would have liked what he would have seen, if he were walking on this earth today.
Heil Wal-Mart! Heil Sears! Heil Tweeter! Heil Sony! And Heil to all those other corparations who couldn't give a fuck about all those American jobs that they exported just so they could save a little pocket change!
Makes me want to puke.
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