Christmas season is an absolute annoyance. I can’t go to the grocery or pick up day-to-day supplies. I can’t get work done because the building are locked and everyone internal and external has checked out. Traffic in this normally empty region has reached annoying levels. Everyone in the inevitable crowds looks pissed off- and acts it. Christmas music everywhere, the same fucking songs over and over, and all Christmas music sucks donkey balls. Really, I hate this shit and wish Joseph and Mary had been pro-choice.

Anyway, despite my grumpiness at what the goyim hath wrought, birthdays today include a guy who managed to make fucking a lot of women a successful grift; a cartoonist with a sense of line and shape unequalled by any except Ernie Bushmiller; the Jimmy Carter of Germany, but with even more Judenhass; a great man, therefor unsuited for politics; a guy who got lost; a guy I just saw a couple weeks ago; a guy whose wokeness killed off one of the best cartoon characters of all time; a modern guitar wizard and twang bar king; one of the reasons that there’s so many antisemites; Sloopy’s idol and masturbatory fantasy; and a guy who I loved to watch play, the Mike Curtis of defensive backs, the opposite of safety.

 

Suspicion confirmed.

 

“How else are we supposed to re-arm them?”

 

The cartoon alone will cause Progs to have an aneurysm. 

 

“So go back to bombing the shit out of everything.”

 

Kamala gets a key endorsement.

 

“As god is my witness, I thought Santa could fly!”

 

Good, good.

 

Old Guy Music will NOT be a fucking Christmas song. I never get tired of McMurtry.