Christmas sucks.

I wrote a creative and talented version of this last night and forgot it at home. I'm back in the office, after my school. I hit burn out point today at exactly 14:00. I was reading a problem about what to do when one has a wife and a girlfriend, two kids and one hour to do 17 things before going to China. Typical game for those preparing themselves for the real world. None of it applied to me.

Things is, there is no real world. The game is interesting but it was all in German and it pushed me beyond my limit for today.

This has nothing to do with anything except that along with burnout, I'm pissed off. Not any direction. Just generally. And I have no real reason. Things are coming along much better than good. I just hate the nonsense surrounding Christmas. I can't afford to buy presents and I can't be longer than 13 minutes in a store full of Christmas freaks without loosing contact with my senses.

To make my point clear: I have to mention that we are working with faulty updates. It is no coincidence that Christmas is on the 25th of December. That is the day any dumb bastard who happens to look once or twice into the sky, you can find it on the web, will see that the days are getting longer. And if you understood the simple fact that without the sun we are dead, you might be able to figure out that the generations before us who had no update of life, were happy to see the return of the sun. Cause for celebration. An inevitability, as we now know, if we bother to have a thought, but still the original version. It was binary code. As simple as it gets.

The Romans last updated that with Jesus Christ, 2,000 or so years ago. Some bastard from a rich family who wanted to be king in an occupied land. It was the biggest scam the western world had seen. And they wanted it. Just like they want the newest mind fuck we call consumerism. They being we, in this case. Blind to the world we are raping and pissing into the lungs of. I mean, it's fine. Fuck it. Who the fuck cares as long as we have our shiny junk to hoard and worship.

So watch you fuckin' TV and praise some cheep update, beta, virus infected shitware life style that will kill us all. Because it doesn't matter one dried out stinking dead rat's intestines. All I want is not to have to be part of this consumer shit and I want to celebrate the return of the sun like any stupid monkey.

Christ and the rest of those pop saviors are dead now. The sun is still there. Our newest update can only be operated on the new system which is still full of bugs. The one thing that seems well worked out in our pathetic obedient brains is our aptitude for ignorance. Go buy piles of shit because everybody else does.

It sucks. The whole thing is one big fuckin' lie and everything we do with it is ....

We leave it. That wasn't quite what I wanted to say. All I wanted to point out is that we should remember what we are celebrating when we celebrate.

In case you haven't picked it out, this is it:

We are celebrating the return of the sun. The relief of knowing it didn't fall into the ocean this time around. The knowledge that the cold winter months will one day come to an end to allow the earth one more chance to burst forth with life.

Everything else is bullshit.

Except for Handel's medley and homemade cooking and time out of the routine of normal day to day struggles to acquire more shit.

Merry Return of the Big Yellow Chicken.

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