I grew up on a small farm. Even on Christmas, the cows and chickens needed to be tended. We did it with more joy that day than others. Loved every minute, never a whimper - wish I could go back!
I always use the headlines of the NY Post for evidence of civilisational rot. I think there are many tabloids like this and perhaps every run of them are run by that sinking ship rat Murdoch family :)
Here in the US a good liberal is supposed to scoff at Thanksgiving and Christmas as “it’s all about consumerism and gluttony, man” and “let’s not talk about the colonialism and what about the native Americans “, while putting airs of pseudo-intellectual enlightenment. I usually retort “well, I don’t give a f**k, I really enjoy celebrating”. Holidays are what we make of them, and you know that the best revenge is to be happy!
Love this.....I've just spent an hour today in the hairdressers with my boys, reading the bilge that passes for women's magazines. And people wonder why we're a nation in decline, have you read Woman and Home lately? You need a lobotomy just to make it past the editorial. And don't get me started on Red.....Editors picks this month £350 earrings "like wearing Holly berries" and a 7 grand bag. I'll take two. No cost of living crisis here. Oh my point. Yeah, full of "worthy" "spare a thought" articles because it's Christmas and some people especially Saint Kate of Garraway (cannot STAND that faker) will be miserable. So, we all must be MINSFUL OF THEIR MISERY while we are enjoying ourselves. No. F*ck right off. And when you get to the sign that reads "you can't f*ck off beyond this point" live the dream - ignore it, and keep f*cking off! I intend to wring every last bit of joy out of Christmas if it kills me 🤣😂
And btw my dad worked every. Single. Christmas. When I was a kid, in fact right up until he retired because he was an electrician last employed by Npower. He made sure other people could cook their turkey. He loved it. My mum - not so much. For us, it was all we knew.
Now that I’ve read this I won’t rest on Christmas for thinking of you, dear Christopher, weeping, doleful, and alone … and enjoying it and biting every hand that dare reach out to you! Bite bite bite
I worked in a grocery store in college; we used to fight to work on holidays because we made triple time. So there!
I'm reminded of a time I was going to a friend's house for Christmas and I stopped to get gas. This was in the days before "pay at the pump" existed. I went in to pay for my gas and said to the attendant, "What a bummer you have to work today!" He shrugged and said, "I don't care. I'm Jewish." 😂
I should point out that I may be guilty of raining on peoples' joy during the Christmas season. I wrote a Christmas poem that was supposed to be about gratitude; my wife read it and said, "Wow! How dark and sad!" Ooops! 🤣 I may have inadvertently triggered the guilt response!
I'm still scheduling it to post, but it might not have been what I was going for!
Ok I’m going to sign up. It’ll take me a minute. I’ve never done this before.
Predatory Wellness. Made me laugh
Eff those assholes. They wouldn’t recognize awesome if it smashed them across the face
I grew up on a small farm. Even on Christmas, the cows and chickens needed to be tended. We did it with more joy that day than others. Loved every minute, never a whimper - wish I could go back!
I always use the headlines of the NY Post for evidence of civilisational rot. I think there are many tabloids like this and perhaps every run of them are run by that sinking ship rat Murdoch family :)
“Fun-sponge” is brilliant. And "fun-sponging" so rampant…
Here in the US a good liberal is supposed to scoff at Thanksgiving and Christmas as “it’s all about consumerism and gluttony, man” and “let’s not talk about the colonialism and what about the native Americans “, while putting airs of pseudo-intellectual enlightenment. I usually retort “well, I don’t give a f**k, I really enjoy celebrating”. Holidays are what we make of them, and you know that the best revenge is to be happy!
"Taking time out of her busy day running the world’s financial system and media..." LOL
bravo!
Is that a description of Rachel Thieves, I wonder? According to I-still-call-it-twitter, she's done everything else.....🤣
Love this.....I've just spent an hour today in the hairdressers with my boys, reading the bilge that passes for women's magazines. And people wonder why we're a nation in decline, have you read Woman and Home lately? You need a lobotomy just to make it past the editorial. And don't get me started on Red.....Editors picks this month £350 earrings "like wearing Holly berries" and a 7 grand bag. I'll take two. No cost of living crisis here. Oh my point. Yeah, full of "worthy" "spare a thought" articles because it's Christmas and some people especially Saint Kate of Garraway (cannot STAND that faker) will be miserable. So, we all must be MINSFUL OF THEIR MISERY while we are enjoying ourselves. No. F*ck right off. And when you get to the sign that reads "you can't f*ck off beyond this point" live the dream - ignore it, and keep f*cking off! I intend to wring every last bit of joy out of Christmas if it kills me 🤣😂
And btw my dad worked every. Single. Christmas. When I was a kid, in fact right up until he retired because he was an electrician last employed by Npower. He made sure other people could cook their turkey. He loved it. My mum - not so much. For us, it was all we knew.
Now that I’ve read this I won’t rest on Christmas for thinking of you, dear Christopher, weeping, doleful, and alone … and enjoying it and biting every hand that dare reach out to you! Bite bite bite
I worked in a grocery store in college; we used to fight to work on holidays because we made triple time. So there!
I'm reminded of a time I was going to a friend's house for Christmas and I stopped to get gas. This was in the days before "pay at the pump" existed. I went in to pay for my gas and said to the attendant, "What a bummer you have to work today!" He shrugged and said, "I don't care. I'm Jewish." 😂
I should point out that I may be guilty of raining on peoples' joy during the Christmas season. I wrote a Christmas poem that was supposed to be about gratitude; my wife read it and said, "Wow! How dark and sad!" Ooops! 🤣 I may have inadvertently triggered the guilt response!
I'm still scheduling it to post, but it might not have been what I was going for!
Thank you for helping me laugh at myself. Sometimes I'm my own worst fun sponge.