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Antisocial Holidays and Why The Christmas Carol Would Fail: The Holiday Rant

When you are an unsavory prick with no human relationships left you may come to a crossroads surrounding Christmas.

Everyone, even those wearing black, trip over themselves in the 'spirit' of it all. At one point, so did I. A much more fun time as a child, but even then it was selfish. 

Regardless of what pity me sob story faggotry led to the dissolution of that sentiment it lives in a world untouched by everyone's favorite holiday pablum.

In the time honored classic, a jackass sadist not dissimilar from myself loses that Christmas  spirit that supposedly lives in us all with Jesus. 

So then supernatural spirits give him Christmas epiphanies and basically scares him into submission.

The psychological devices in the story are sound for you weird empathetic humans. Dude confronts past, is shown the present. The middle one is to develop empathy in seeing a heart breaking quasi paraplegic kid cut a pheasant. Then he sees his horrible, "No one will care if you die future!".

And Presto Change-o. On call, empathetic awakening in the spirit of season is borne like little Jeebis in the manger. 

The spiritual experience worked. One night of dreams and sleep paralysis and the dude is fixed like a GOP constituency. Obedient and ready to consume the holiday once again.

My problem with this has always been the inference that holiday spirit is something innate and not programmed by the human invention of an otherwise distracting holiday at a time when everything is dead and cold.

As early as there were cultures there were elaborate holiday celebrations of seasonal change. Now only themes of winter remain from the initial meme and then supplanted by Coca Cola Bottling Company and Amazon Prime. 

It is truly bizarre to see the droves flock about this holiday.

And the basis seems to be, like the 600 Club Fluff Boy says, a human need for others. Most of you likely really enjoy doing things for others. And gift giving. And probably holiday parties and all that "interaction" you folk like to do.

I can't help but be selfish and dead to it.  Especially using such sentiments to get this twat to play its "Jeebis loves you" games. To take a brick to that 'transbomination'. 

But I am trailing off now.

Back to the mean dude and the crippled midget. His problem was money wasn't enough. 

He is a factory owner. He was nothing to fear. People with healthy financial situations have achieved in this world and need not spoil what got them the meritocracy.

Futhermore this story was a deliberate attack on Jewish business owners and has subsequently whitewashed off its initial coveteth jew attacking roots.

Hitler even used common depictions of Scrooge to bash die juden. 

Das Juden!

Since that propaganda carol was released christians have been conditioned to attack people that don't celebrate their holiday or try to bring theirs down. Sometimes you gotta do what you slave job boss says if you want that job.

As scrooge has more money, and employs you, he is a better person than you. He matters more and if you want your crippled little broken child to say "God Bless Everyone",  you gotta be his little rule following bitch. 

Spirit is secondary to contractual obligation you owe your boss.

But to do what I said with the title. Scrooge had no character. He was frail. A true person of such wealth wouldnt given shit even after a few dreams because, like me, they too no longer see a society of people but exploitable little ants marching around consuming the sugar they are told.

Like they give a fuck about your crippled little bitch kid.  

Serious solipsism with that fucking story.

/Rant