I'm trying really hard here,
people, but the joy of this season is even harder for me to get a firm grasp on
these days, here on this earth. Yes, I'll be with family whom I love and seem
to love me in return, I'm doing well enough that I'm able to buy some cool
gifts to show that love but still my cynicism always seems to be lurking in the
background.
Why, for instance, am I and
millions of others in this supposedly great land of ours living paycheck to
paycheck? Why is gas and milk and everything else in the world so fucking
expensive? And when I attempt a brief mental escape to the wasteland of
television, why am I assaulted by morons trading shiny suitcases or singing to
gain the approval of barely talented celebrities?
Why can't the networks just pay
writers a little more money so we can get some decent TV shows more than once
or twice a week? Sure, I read books and magazines but do I have to be so tired
at the end of a day filled with a job I hate that I can't fully enjoy trying to
read? Where does it say I have to do that just to earn a living?
Is it because I'm already being
subjected to barely qualified political whores jockeying to live and operate in
the White House, more than a year before I'm given my token vote in a process
that is really decided behind closed doors? And why do the Idiot-In-Chief,
Little George Bush and his evil puppet master Dick Cheney remain in place,
unimpeached after committing some of the most vile acts against this country
and the rest of us who live on this planet?
Why do some 400,000 soldiers and servicewomen
have to invade and occupy a country like Iraq, spending Christmas away
from their families, killing innocents and Iraqis driven to kill us in a
vicious circle of blood and oil created by the machinery of the soulless
bastards running this country?
Tell me why the world has to be
like this, quit buying and producing so much junk we don't need
and celebrate a holiday of your own choosing.
- Brian Ciesko
(Photo from Mr. Google)
