I have long believed that Christmas, as a holiday, is badly in need of a complete overhaul. Too many holidays combine the same boring old elements--food, family, love, laughter, gifts, joy. It's enough to make you want to puke. I have some ideas of how we can spice up Christmas, and give it a unique, special quality that sets it far apart from the other run-of-the-mill holidays.
First, there's the whole "reward" system--it's ridiculous. We insist on lying to our children by telling them that if they're good all year, they'll be rewarded with presents, since Santa keeps tabs all year on whether we're naughty or nice. It's just not true, and the kids are laughing at us behind our backs for saying so. First off, everyone knows that most kids are total rat bastards all year long, and yet an avalanche of presents gets dumped at their feet every December anyway, in spite of their appalling behavior. I say we chuck the whole false reward system and implement instead a punishment system--not just for kids, but for every man, woman and child.
Yes, Christmas should be a time for people to get punished for their yearlong binges of rudeness, deceit, laziness, greed and general assholery. Instead of spending the entire month of November racing from store to store searching for expensive gifts for everyone you know, how about instead spending the month of November--or the whole year, if you're the plan-ahead type--plotting elaborate ways to hurt and punish and possibly even maim the people you feel have wronged you all year long? Wouldn't that require a lot more thought and effort--and therefore be more personal--than buying some dumb crystal photo frame made in China and sold by the thousands? Think about it, people.
Yes, if I ruled the world, Christmas would be a time for retribution. Which means 99% of you would have awakened this Christmas morning to find scores of tiny little hoofprints in your back and sleigh tread across your face.
That's what my Christmas blog post was going to be about--but then something happened which made me feel as if my mind was being read from across many miles, and my plan to change Christmas was already being implemented--against me. In other words, that's when the FedEx truck arrived with a Christmas present for me from Common Wombat. And this present is one that punishes. Don't believe me? Take a look at this photo and see if you don't feel like your eyes sockets are being raped by a band of Zulu warriors: Yep, that's him. A tiny, horrible little replica of of The Thing That Should Not Be. It burns the retinas, doesn't it? What did I do so wrong in 2007 to be punished like this? I'd understand if I deserved, say, a beating, perhaps a small amputation, or even being blinded with acid or sodomized by Vikings. But this? Even in my revised plan for Christmas, there is such a thing as excessive punishment, and this gift is the very embodiment of that.
Don't ask me where he could possibly have gone to commission the creation of such an unholy image, but I must admit, it is (unfortunately for me) pretty lifelike, as you can see from the photo of the real thing, taken here in Texas the last time I saw him. I was hoping it would be the last time I ever saw him--but now this tiny little plaster bust of evil has invaded my home, and stares angrily at me, silently hostile save for the occasional screech of "Nevermore!"
It just goes to illustrate the unfairness of Christmas in its current state. Have you ever given a really great gift to someone--say, a bottle of expensive gin, or the complete DVD set of all four seasons of Soap--only to receive something criminally crappy in return, like wind chimes or flavored popcorn? That's what I felt like this year, considering the great gift I got this turd. I got him a shirt any one of you would kill a newborn baby to get, one with this logo on it:
And that, folks, is the kind of unfairness that can permanently sour a person against gift-giving, and holidays in general.
That's why next year, I'm doing it all differently. I'm carrying out my lifelong dream to make Christmas into the kind of holiday that we can all, finally, appreciate. I'm going out today to buy a huge notebook, where I will keep copious notes on each tiny infraction committed against me by every last one of you shitheads, and when December 25, 2008 rolls around, you better take cover. Because the apocalypse is coming, baby.
Great. Now EVERYONE's going to want one. If only to crap on.
Novel idea babe. I can help you deliver the anthrax.
YOU CRAZY BABBLER!!! Did you check to see if it was anatomically correct??
i think it's sort of cute.
have i mentioned i drink a LOT?
You stole the Christmas idea from Frank Costanza on Seinfeld. During 'Festivus' everyone tells everyone else how they've disappointed them this year. There are also 'Feats of Strength". That's like, Last Man (or Woman) (haha) Standing. There's also something about a pole.
Ha! I am so immune from your punishments Babbler. That's why I keep moving around: harder to get a lock on.
I especially like the way Little Wombat seems to be proclaiming that you're "#1."
Marky's right, the "Airing of Grievances" Festivus tradition is very similar to your idea. However, to my knowledge Frank Costanza doesn't physically harm anyone, just berate them mercilessly. Which begs the question, how will you defend yourself against the inevitable onslaught of attackers this time next year?
Likes like a claymation from the California Raisins gone gremlin on you.
Keep the notebook idea but I'd spread the luvin all year round. After all, who wouldn't like waking up in April with no eyebrows?
In honor of you and your FABULOUS idea, I visited all the department stores within a 100 mile radius and Saran wrapped all the toilet seats in all the restrooms. Anyone who did not deserve it wasn't out shopping anyway...they already got enough stuff for Christmas! But all those greedy elves got pee on their shoes. Hehehe.
Personally, I like the li'l statue.
I want one.
I'd put it on my desk at work and make it dance around to Culture Club songs.
Wombat...I hope you read this. I definitely want one in time for Valentine's Day.
you should crack that thing open, I bet there's candy inside....
So will the next thing you suggest be presents of mass destruction to annihilate those ungrateful brats? I think there could be a market for such a thing.
I'm SO SORRY that you now have that... object... in your life. I really want to know more about the poor, itinerant sculptor who was forced to make it. Probably The Chinese were involved.
But I love your idea, Karla, I wish I'd thought of that this year. There were about a dozen people who should have received CW dolls from me this year, the bitches.
Too late. I have moved and left no forwarding address.
Happy New Year KB, you and yours have a good one and drink a bottle or four of wine tonight.
wombat...i wouldn't poop on mine - I'd keep it on my desk
when i was six i told my friend santa wasn't real. us jewish kids hate that fatass.
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