I was grudgingly forced to delay my yearly Solstice post because once again the crazy religious zealot bastards in the USA demanded attention. The amazing thing about these freaks is they don’t even have enough grey matter to feel embarrassed every time their ridiculous End of World prediction fails. We can blame the media, such as the asshole in this “Countdown To Doomsday” photo, for helping to perpetuate this abject stupidity every single year.
What’s even more annoying is, it never ends. Currently, there is a nutbag out there already who says the date was wrong. It’s really Sunday. Just like they did last year. And the year before. And the year before. And….
Truth is……..Zealots and Mayans Lose!
Winter Wins! Yayyyyyyyyyy!
Go dig up a Mayan and give him a brand new calendar, and then slam the lid shut again while screaming, “You’re still dead! And I’m still here!”.
We celebrate Winter, unless, of course, we live in California, where we celebrate the four seasons of Hot, Road Construction, Hot and Hot.
You are obligated to listen to Vivaldi at the change of each season. An obligation that is a pleasuure. Today we will listen to Winter, The Third Movement (The part where you find your neighbor on the ground in his driveway, still clutching his shovel):
Hey! I think I saw my house in here!
……….and for you Purists, here is the Full Version
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