You May Tsk And Cluck

Have you noticed that even the drivers appear to be more frantic on the road. Everybody is in a rush.

A number of years ago, I was out driving right after Thanksgiving. A man was attempting to cross a busy street. He was laden with bags and boxes. Someone made a turn, and drove right into him, boxes and bags flying all over the place!

I have been emailing all my friends and suggesting in a joking sort of way that they should shop at either me or squinney's ebay stores this year....it could save lives.

I hear ya Bear. It's been ebay for me for the past few years. Very mean people in the malls at this time of year. No thanks. I also remember Christmas being such a happy time, but that was a looonnngggg time ago.

Phoenix
I am also afraid to drive these days. Rush, rush, rush.......

I think that the common sense of 'duty of care to others' has dissolved into a blank nothingness in most people's lives. Society today makes many people have the feeling 'Me above others', 'Every man for himself.' In the past, if you wanted a promotion and someone was in your way, you'd help them up the ladder before you took his or her rung. Nowadays, it is more about throwing people off. Yet, what do you expect of sickle-shaped generations who cannot uphold their own decency and honour, never mind treat that ideal upon the people they meet? It seems that stupidity and beauty- a subjective term- are defeating intelligence and creativity; ignorance is knowledge; promiscuousness instead of chastity is le mode. What comes with this is lust instead of love, and 21st century love is boated about like an unwanted heirloom, giving meaning to a pox; a ?'love' to the highest bidder, handed out on the size that can be viewed; a lust cruelly clothed as tenderness. It cannot be called love. Yet, if the king wore red, as would his courtiers: partners are not chosen on trust, but rather on the values of the superficial. Perhaps this is why the divorce rate is skyrocketing; marriage, like everything else in this fast food, quick-lived welt, is quick, easy, fast, worthless. This culture needs to be stared at, soon. This and the weighed blind ignorance disguised as lives. Unless people decide to look for more than sex, money, gratification, or beauty, love to the highest bidder is the only love that will prevail.

Yet one should think that people would, at least once a year, have a sense of comradeship, of goodwill. This is too much to ask, I suppose. If there is one thing that no man can do, it is to change people, and their ingrained ideals. People try to buy love from their children too, I've noticed.

Well, when the routine approach kills the essence of the festival. Being obsessed with shopping some people forget the reason of establishing the holiday: the birth of the Savior...

Bear
If I knew who you guys were I'd check out your stuff.

*World, not Welt. Why do my typos always seem Teutonic in nature.

Me, I go to France, take a train to a random town, and buy all my presents there. Presents, although they be a nice expression, are overrated.

It's always about a rush, isn't it... a rush to buy other's attention for a day.

I don't care too much for the commercial side of Christmas; that is why, besides requests for dissertations, occasional loneliness and random idiots, I have a less-stressed Christmas.

I don't think you'd be interested in my specialty merchandise Montana, but I'd be happy to pm you squinney's ebay site, except I wouldn't want to violate any TOS rules here about doing business.

Yeah, PM me her site. I don't think that's against the rules.

drom in addition to the obvious shopping frenzy, I think we have brought this world to a state in general that to celebrate the birth of Christ is just an insult to him and in fact Christ has nothing to do with Christmas. And that's whether you believe in Him or not.

I agree. Seems that the true meaning is lost.

I just realized that after I posted that my ebay store was a specialty site it sounded like i was running a porn store or something. I'm not, so no hate mail please. I deal in pro music and dj gear.

YES! You're right Bear. You know, in Birmingham, from where I am luckilly going to leave next year, Political Correctness has gone so far, one cannot use the word 'Christmas' in any Council celebration affiliated with the festive season, supposedly because it would 'offend' the Muslim minority. They call it 'Winterval.' I wrote in, challenging the council as to why one could not call Winterval Christmas, but /can/ call Santa Claus, Santa Claus. Shouldn't he be called PC Annual Gift Man? No, they replied in patronisingly nice tone saying that this would take away the magic of Christmas. Wouldn't taking away the affiliation with Christ take away the magic of Christmas, I asked them on the phone. They said, 'Go **** yourself with a lemon, you manbitch'- even though they don't know me- and slammed the phone down. The Spirit of Christmas lives on!

Whoops, the rude PC brigade says that that should be 'Winterval.'

'Deck the halls with politically correct faunæ' just doesn't sound right to me.

steissd- Long time, no see. Hope that all is well!

I dj Chrismas parties all the time and even in the South, the last bastion of Christianity, we can no longer call them Christmas parties in most places and I have to carefully pick my holiday music. Grandma Got Run Over By A reindeer yes, The First Noel no, unless of course an R&B singer with big tits is tarting a religious song up...then it's okay.

One place last year called it a "Kick Off" party...like kicking off a new year... I had a great time telling everyone to help themselves to punch and kick off cookies....my wit was lost on most....or maybe it just wasn't funny?

As previously posted elsewhere, I have mild misgivings about expending sympathy for someone so sophisticated that she feels it is important to line up AT THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING -- three hours before the store opens -- to purchase a DVD player.

Those misgivings are trumped, however, by the care and concern expressed for Ms. Van Lester's calamity by her fellow lemmings at the Wal-Mart in Orange City.

Should she expire, I nominate her for a Darwin award.

No one can say that PDiddie isn't full of the Christmas spirit....