Now, I hate Christmas as much as the next guy, but not because of any held or un-held beliefs, but rather because it represents one of the nonsensically disgusting triumphs of capitalism: the fusing of pagan and christian rituals and traditions into a month long marketing feast that not only obliges both intelligent and mindless consumers alike to partake of time consuming and monotonous rituals (often against our own wishes), but also because it obliges us to participate in the upholding and bolstering of the department/electronics/toy store chains that endlessly berate us (and our wallets) with images and sounds of children in old navy attire playing with transformer toys while listening to miley cirus.
Is anyone else completely sick of Christmas music already?
If you are, you can block out the sounds of Salvation Army Santas ringing bells while they ask for money by pumping Norma Jean's only good album: Bless the Martyr and Kiss the Child slowed down to 33.3 rpms. It's some next level heaviness.
Enjoy, and remember (especially during this joyous season) that "Christ is not a fashion."
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