Happy Chrismukkahwanzas, only $99.95

Otherwise known as the Celebration of Consumerism. I mean, if it wasn't, then people wouldn't be pushing and shoving and cramming their obese asses into tiny shopping malls at four in the morning until closing for three weeks starting at the end of november in order to get 'everything on their holiday lists,' before ANYONE else can maliciously snipe those must-have-or-else-my-brat-will-scream-bloody-murder-for-at-least-the-next-month advertisement-fueled pieces of plastic soon-to-be-trash -- and by god, THEY will elbow you in the nose to GET THAT PIECE OF TRASH! I mean, their little snowflake's pieces of crap are important enough to devolve into grunting, stomping, and fighting to make sure that THEY get the LAST ONE.

Plastic. Plastic. Plastic. And I'm not just talking about the trinkets of trash or the bits used to pay for it all.

Shopping sucks sweaty donkey balls. I really hate it normally, but this time of year -- I *LOATHE* it.

And I'm sorry, but I just don't buy the oft-repeated, but little-valued "it's the time of year for love, family, and friendship." BULLSHIT! I call SHENANIGANS! It's the time of year when people desperately attempt to BUY love, acceptance, and forgiveness for being rotten human beings from the people they live with (or once did) and the people in society that they'd rather ignore and pretend don't exist than treat with any human dignity.

Don't even get me started on religious freaks sending cards that say "peace on earth" because what they SHOULD say is, "PEACE ON EARTH HAPPENS UNDER MY RELIGION ONLY, HEATHENS!" because THAT is what they mean by peace on earth. *shudder*

Can you guess that I was out shopping today?