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Christmas truces. Who goes back to killing people after that? Lemmings? Same with toys for poor kids. Who thinks that's what they need, and who goes back to ignoring them after? Same with trees. Who keeps chopping them down after the first one dries up on them?
Sorry. Sorry. Now I'm going back to steaming about the weddings in my grove of "virgin second growth" where the mothers of the brides and grooms would come and ugly up the trees with plastic tchotchkes and bows... like some perversion of an ancient druidic custom, at best, or like peasants trying to emulate royalty... and failing....
It isn't that I've turned into a sour old harridan. I've thought this stuff since I was a kid. It isn't because I hate people either. No. Precisely the opposite is what makes me this mad.
always and any time....
