Saturday, November 29, 2008

I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier.

Thanksgiving has come and gone.
It was good, some relatives were over. My eldest sister and her kids: she has three adult children and two kids still under the age of 12. Of course her husband (who is considerably anti-social at the best of times) was also there. Another nephew and his wife and kids were also there.
Sadly my friend Charlie couldn't make it.
Disappointing as it was: it is what it is.
We ate. Then me and my nephews went outside and wood was split, then carried to the house and the lean-too by the back door.
Guitar hero was played.
Other folks stopped by shortly: My brothers daughter and her family, and my brother's youngest son, briefly.
They were all out of the house by about 7:00 which, quite honestly made my mother happy.
She was tired.
Poor little tyker.

Black friday's today.
I went into a pawn-shop briefly.
That was the extent of my shopping. They weren't even Christmas gifts, just a couple of old movies and games.
I loathe the consumerism of Christmas.
A man was killed at Wal-mart today.
He was knocked down, then trampled upon. The shoppers, many of them, were angry when the store closed as a result of the death.
I think some individuals need to be charged with negligent homicide.
Perhaps the case wouldn't stick, but they do have footage of the event taking place. They could round some people up.
I'm not going to preach how Christmas needs to get to simple "Christian" values. Mostly because it's not a Christian holiday. Or at least wasn't originally. It was a Pagan holiday.
That being said: You still have to be a pretty sick individual to ignore a fact a man was killed due to your (and everybody else who was in the store) greed and inhumanity.
That's simply what it boils down too.
So, I loathe the consumerism of Christmas: not because it takes away from our christian ideals, I don't hold those ideals any more (or I should say, I recognize that many of them are in fact human ideals), but because that consumerism takes away our humanity. Our compassion.
And that's what's more important here.
Not whether or not your spoiled worthless child gets a Wii this year.