Rants and Reviews

Fuck consideration and research. This is where I spit bile and sound wholly unreasonable. If I didn't project this puke over the information-super-high-way my spleen would destroy itself in its own vile acid.

FUNERALS

I am happy to be obliged once again. Must I pretend? All this acting, why must I play this role in this charade? The ceremony is meaningless. There was little between us in life, so why any now? Doesn't anyway realise, or are they pretending like me too?

WHY I LOATHE XMAS

The enforced jollity of this season of sickening consumerist orgy is the worst kind of obligation. It is a great epithet, a magnificent symptom of our social sickness - the truest expression of what we value: spending money on shit and then throwing half of it away shortly after receiving it. And then throwing the rest away once its worn out or lost its fleeting novelty. Silly women who still googo-ga, who leap and skip and say they "loooove Christmas!" must die. Xmas is for kiddy-winks. Give them they heart-stopping ersatz chocolate. Meet their demands and contribute to the slow waste-land of their gutted and blasted future world. I want nothing more than this eternal Xmas where the only trees are many of shitty plastic and the only light you'll see is the wan coloured bulb of some idiot decoration.

The duty to see people, to spend, to wish all a merry time - the pain of this scheduled obligation. An insipid smile. If I want to celebrate, be nice, give gifts, I'll do it in my own time, in my own way, for my won reasons. I don't want to celebrate the mythological birth of an arch-patriarch. If there is a worth-while xmas message it got lots. I can't see it for the piss and vomit in the street, the glinting wrapping, the plastic, the forced smiles. That Xmas defeats and parodies itself every-year in my only comfort.