Why I'm sick of X-mas

I have thought about this quite a bit this year and I think I have finally put my finger on what it is that makes me so mad during the holidays: It's that Christians are too nice! Here's what I mean, we have a holiday to celebrate the birth of our Savior and we allow anyone, of any faith, or lack thereof, to tell us how we should celebrate. We have people tell us not to put up a manger scene. So we push it off to side so as not to draw attention to it. People tell us not to even say Christmas, that it is a season of holidays and that Christmas is offensive. Well sc^#w you!! If you find Christmas so offensive go celebrate Winter Solstice and leave me alone. I don't care if you are offended. I'm worshiping my Savior, my way and I didn't invite you to partake. I'm tired of people taking over our holiday and then telling us what we should do to make it convenient for them. They push the true meaning out of the holiday and have replaced it with Satan...oops, Santa. I'm sick of Santa being the "reason for the season". He's fake. Celebrate Santa day if you don't want Christmas to be holy, but leave my religion alone! Even Satan wants people to do good this time of the year, as long as they don't remember why we celebrate the season. We have got to tell all these easily offended people to walk of a pier with their mouths open. Nobody tells a Jewish person how to celebrate Hanukkah. They don't say "Why not have 10 nights instead of eight?" or "Your use of the menorah offends me, I'm light sensitive." No! Why? Because Satan doesn't fear the Jewish religion. Nobody tells Muslims that Ramadan should be the same time every year. Or that their customs are wrong. They're to afraid that the Muslims will slap them down. Maybe it's time for Christians to slap some people down. Jesus didn't mean turn the other cheek and get walked all over, even He got mad and smashed up the temple and chased out the people that were messing up the true intent of the temple. Stop letting the "open minded" thinkers tell us how to celebrate. Tell them to go to hell, but be sure and give them a nice Christmas card to take with them.

Thanks for reading, this was the stuff in my brain.

Let's enjoy the sounds of the season

See if you can name these songs:

1. Bleached Yule
2. Seeds Grilling in a Conflagration
3. Singular Yearning for the Twin Anterior Incisors
4. Righteous Evening
5. Arrival Time: 2400 hrs - Weather: Cloudless
6. Loyal Followers Advance
7. Far Off in a Feeder
8. Array the Corridor
9. Small Male Percussionist
10. Monarchial Triad
11. Nocturnal Quiet
12. Jehovah Deactivate Happy Chevaliers
13. Red Man En Route to City
14. Frozen Precipitation Commence
15. Proceed and Proclaim on the Pinnacle
16. Query Regarding Identity of Descendant
17. Delight for this Planet
18. Give Attention to the Melodious Celestial Beings
19. The Dozen Festive 24 Hour Intervals


I hope you enjoyed that. It was awesome for me, really, I'm not just saying that. I'm telling you the truth. Trust me...

More thoughts from a sleepless night

I was beginning to wonder about some random thoughts as I went to bed the other night and now I am forced to share them with you.

1. When Gandhi was shot do you think he said "Holy Cow!"?

2. When the Pope comes to a country he kisses the ground, if he really likes a country does he french kiss it?

3. Why do they call a building a building after it's built, why don't they call it a built?

4.Why do expensive repairs only happen at night?

5. Does it make me a cannibal if I like finger sandwiches and baby back ribs?

6. Why is it that monkeys don't have to shave? All that body hair, really thin beards.

7. Why don't people tell young men that someday they will sprout hair on their backs, out of their ears, and nose hairs that would frighten away sane people?

8. Why is it we always find something in the last place we look? If we look there first does that still make it the last place we looked?

9. How many roads must a man walk down before he is called a man?

10. Do penguins have knees?

Well that's the stuff that was stuck in my head, thanks for reading.

Thanksgiving 2009

Man it was a good day to be alive. That is, of course, if you weren't a turkey. If you were a turkey this is a pretty crappy day as far as you're concerned. Also not a good day for cranberries. By the way who is the salesman for cranberry, that guy is awesome. "You got apple juice, throw some cranberry juice in there and we got Cran-apple. Pineapple...Cran-pineapple. Gin...Cran-gin."

I spent my way eating through the flavors of the rainbow. Stuffing or dressing? Which is it? Does it matter as long as I can put gravy on it? I ate turkey but not enough to pass out due to triptifan. I also consumed ham. I like the way Mike looked at his plate as having a turkey paradigm, followed by a ham change in paradigm. One should always look for moments of changing ones paradigm. Thanksgiving is a day that needs more bacon involved in it.

This was the stuff that was stuck in my head. Thanks for reading.