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Communism Bit: Off
- The water-friendly birds of Europe started arriving recently. As always, the clearest signal is with the mallard ducks. I think migratory birds are an inspirational symbol, and if I had to pick one thing that most-embodies hope, I’d choose the migratory bird. It would also be my symbol for luxury: if it gets cold Up There, head Down There.
Unfortunately, the humans Up There also figured out how to fly to Down Here when it gets cold Up There. As a result, there is a band of chain-smoking Greeks who are taking over my spot at the lake. Damn it. I own that place! The Greeks, they won’t leave anything alone, not even the markers I’m using to denote these points. On to βετα, then.
How to deal with the urge to get a pet monkey? Seriously.
The party was off the hook, on Saturday. I’d link to a blog post that says more, but (unfortunately) it has pictures of me. Cameras are a little too honest with me, I think.
Jude says the definition of an idealist is this:
(Note: adjective forms of this word appear in American literature. Correct them with a red marker wherever you find them.)
idealist, n: One who is yet to try it out.
I thought this was one chance when the World would get to see that violence can be defeated by good ol' trust and forgiveness. But the guns are screaming again. Shit. And this guy, sure that Kony will be grabbed this time, sent the sonny to get the honours prize. Hahaha.
Christmas Carols suck, and those who don’t admit it have either not heard that limited selection of unimaginatively-repetitive chants as frequently as I have or they aren’t being honest. Man, who’s composing new carols? Why no new ones? It may be a watch-worthy sign that, for those to whom this would be an issue, Christmas (and probably Christianity) have become artifacts, remnants, museum items, that can no longer be modified or participated in, just watched from a distance—Please Do NOT Touch the Items on Display. Thank You - Management.
Sticking with the theme, I’ve come to realise that John Calvin is better known, contemporarily, at least, for his sub-par theocracy than for the Calvinist take on Christianity. Shit.
In closing, Boney M. Since I mentioned Christmas carols, you see. I hate the Boney M carols. I hate some Boney M music. But the world is yet to see another song like their Rasputin. Russia’s Greatest Sex Machine ... you should see the video. And El Lute, which is quite inspirational, even tear-jerking. And Sad Movies; at least I liked it as a kid.
Unfortunately, we never let them forget that they made the error of the Christmas carols. Not caring about their other better songs. Stop already. Full stop.