Burning.. a theme

It makes me wonder how people have managed to exist for so long. Not as individuals. as a species. We have almost no true survival instincts, natural weapons (such as claws) that could be useful, and as a whole.. we're morons.
Since this is Christmas, I'm asking nicely. Stop being idiots. Thank you.

Fuck Christmas

There, I said it. Every year some asshole with a chip on his shoulder and delusions of radicalism tries to be "edgy" or "sacreligious" by shouting fuck Christmas. Well Fuck you buddy, get a life, and come up with something original. You aren't hip, you aren't savvy, you aren't even "with it". So quit being an asshole by ruining the true meaning of the holiday.

The rape and pillage of Roman and Pagan religious holidays to boost the market share and palatability of Christianity.

Oh, and there is NO "War on Christmas" it's just that some people are smart enough to realize that their job is to calculate the cost of your purchases, appropriate money from you and send you on your way. It is not to read your mind to determine what particular holiday you are making your purchases for. While other people have realized that The Jews own everything and if you don't want your home loan to suddenly have a 20% spike in interest rates.. you better be nice to them. (Ok, so they don't own EVERYTHING, but forget about the Gaza Strip for a moment and focus on America.)

If Macomb burned.. the world would be better.

I am a fervent patron of places where fights are only a moment away from starting. Dirty smoke filled bars, metal shows, Divorce courts... but I have noticed that relatively nobody tries to start shit in a nice restaurant.

Until tonight.

I took my girlfriend to one of the nicer bars in town, since today was December Graduation, parents were taking the families newest degree holder out for a nice dinner . So there was a wait. This is normal, the matre d was dutifully taking peoples names and seating preference, calling names as tables became available and doing his redneck best to be snobbish. Unfortunately the restaurant does not have an adequate waiting section since it doesn't often have to deal with crowds and there was a general bottleneck around the door and people coming in kind of shuffled off to the side as space permitted. For example my girlfriend and I were shuffled off under the coats in the coat rack.

An asian family came in behind us, it appeared to be a recent graduate, father and Uncle/ family friend type. They made their way to the front of the line so they could tell the matre d's attention and get on the list. From the back this burly redneck comes charging up shouting "do you want to step outside? We were here before they were..." Repeat four or five times as this poor man half his size dressed in a nice suit in celebration of the day, tried to maintain some diginity as he was being yelled at in a language he didn't understand.

Unexpectedly from my voice box I heard the words..."Would you two please put your ego's back in your pants, this is a nice restaurant. Let the poor man get his name on the list, wait your turn politely and then go home and shoot yourself as a favor to the human race."

If I spoke so anybody could hear me I might have gotten a reaction.

Movies

Wow, Two movies at the local theater that I actually want to see. So I went to see both today. The Lion the Witch And the Wardrobe and Goblet of Fire. I recommend both, for exactly the same reasons. They make you want to read the book, while giving you a quick enjoyable, overview of the story. (and if you're 14 or a pervert.. cute chicks)

I feel Bad

I really don't like the area I'm in. Too many rascist bastards out there for me to be truly comfortable settling down here on a permanent basis. Of course this means that my sarcasm level is through the roof most days just so I can cope with being here.
Unfortunately the area is still seemingly stuck in the early/mid-90's minus the flannel and reduction in gay bashing. For example... "blister in the sun" was recently referred to as a "recent release" on one of the area radio stations. Ok, so maybe partially stuck in the early 80's too, which makes me wonder if I should break out the Michael Jackson Red Leather coat and sequins again.
However, I need to digress and get back to my point.. I have a high sarcasm level normally, out here it is raised beyond it's normal level, and well into the level of an editor at the village voice checking out the fashion trends at wal-mart.
But how is this important now? Good question.. and one I'm glad you asked, you see, it snowed here last week. 2". Many of my customers know I'm not from around here, so in order to have a topic of conversation they'll ask what I think of the snow.
Snow? I'm from Upstate N.Y. Which means that it's considered a heavy frost until Ron Jeremy is invisible lying on his back and happy to be there. So I'm standing there feeling like I've just been shown a picture of an ugly baby...
"So what do you think of all this snow?"
"uh, it's cute...Maybe someday it could grow up into something..."
I've learned that people don't like it when you mock where they live. I'm sorry Illinois...