Dec. 23rd, 2004

Would it be too much to ask of the fates to have even one !@*#()&$ sign of Christmas around here? Ranada's in full-on Scrooge mode (no tree this year because we just got the carpet steam cleaned), and it's going to be sunny and dry through most of next week. The mood around here has been positively funereal since Black Tuesday and I was realllllllly praying for a good Christmas to lighten it up but it seems like it's going to be Just Another Weekend. That really !@(&#^^^ sucks, it's not right and it's not !_)*@#@& fair.

(And so help me the first person who makes a snarky anti-Christmas response to this will receive a visit from me wherein I shove their keyboard up their ass sideways.)
Okay, kiddies, here's where I rant about religious tolerance.

You all know exactly where I stand on the Religious Reich and their ilk. But if you want to irritate the living bejeezus out of me, even though I find you in all other respects an intelligent and interesting person, sneer and worse at people who don't practice your particular religion exactly the way you do.

So yeah, they practice Religion X and have a - shall we say - spacier and bubblier take on things than you do. So. The. Fuck. What. As I have said before and will say a thousand times over again and again until people get it through their skulls, you either give respect or you don't deserve respect. Period. End of story.

If they aren't actually harming anything in general or you in particular, shake your head if you must but dry up and let them go their way or you're in your way no better than some fucked up Pentecostal yobbo with a hairdo that could repel ICBMs at close range getting all pompous about some other Christian who doesn't go at things as hardcore as they do.

I really didn't need this crap (even though it wasn't aimed at me even remotely) today, and will probably be okay once I have some Yerba Mate, but I just had to get that out of my system because it's been coming to the boil for months on end.
Coming to Red Hot Shoutcast Lovin' on New Year's Eve..

You wanted the best?

You got the best.

But now?

Now, you're going to get the Ultimate.

The Ultimate KISS Alive.

Be there.

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