Fat Santa

So Christmas came and with it, the usual hyperbolic mass hysteria associated with stray feelings, self-pitiful gift-giving and receiving, and my all time favourite, a tightly, nicely, gently wrapped present with green shiny paper and red strings that curl full of bullshit.

Now one may wonder why is it that one of the most important holidays in the world (muslims can say whatever, I know they give each other bombs this time of the year and wish to each other "happy christian killing") relies so heavily on lies, deceit and consumerist indoctrination. Well, it's easy, we don't live in a non-profit world, and somebody's gotta exploit the weak minds of the many. We all are very much aware that Santa Claus is fiction, yes he doesn't exist (and I'm not going to touch religion just yet, however for your information, I believe in the Flying Spaghetti Monster) and still is very much the cover for everything that compounds this period of the holidays. Poor children are duped into thinking he exists, parents want to be children and sick people...well, they're just sick. Santa Claus is the upfront man.

So here we have a consumerist driven holiday that has as a basis for its existence the greedy imagination of corporatists. You may think, hell, it's the holidays, it's a time of giving and loving and whatnot. Well, wrong. Ask ANY CEO (preferably not in front of the cameras) of a major company that profits from Christmas and he'll tell you plain and simple: it's all about the money. Now a sweet thing is that in Japan Christmas is considered a holiday of the kids and of lovers. Yet the Japanese aren't the best example of anti-consummerism since they have a frenetic impulse of intoxicating themselves with wretched western imports.

So there you have it, a campaign of money wasting for things we don't need and can't afford (and you wonder why is there a financial crisis...well, d'oh) sponsored by a being that doesn't exist taking merciless advantage of the helpless kids and the self-pitying adults.

Therefore I shall try and celebrate Saturnalia, at least they had a backbone of honesty and any bullshit about it, you knew and was never hidden in pompous advertising about "how great the time of cheerful joy is". So cheerful that the suicide rate increases over Christmas (no, it's not a myth, although many suggest it decreased overtime, that's just because people imagined that going alone isn't the answer and taking some few with you will be just what Santa wants of us)

You think about that. I'll do something else.