Have Yourself a Virtual Little Christmas

I don't do anything for Christmas anymore anyway except enjoy the time off work and a vicarious vibe from the celebrations of others, but I ended up having a virtual Christmas after all and what a merry little thing it was.

Twitter Affairs

So for four years now I've been following a handful of American tweeters about Trump/Russia.

I'm not on Twitter myself because I didn't get enough attention when I was on it and have no desire to retweet the experience.

But now it turns out that two of those tweeters, in real life, are much less than advertised in their tweets on Twitter.

I kind of suspected/knew this, but ignored it, because I'm addicted to the Trump/Russia hit.

Fortunately, the Electoral College has finally stolen the election for Joe Biden. And in any case, I still have Andrew C. Laufer and Louise Mensch to rely on, two tweeters about whom I know nothing except what they advertise of themselves on Twitter, for the final Trump/Russia tweets.

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If I was Donald J. Trump I'd tweet now that I've been working for the FBI since the '80s in an operation known as "TreasonWeasel" to expose the Republican Party as working for the Russian Mob. Leave it to the FBI to decide if that's how I got to be President of the United States.

CBC Christmas Charity

How about instead of an annual Christmas charity drive CBC just stops pretending political balance is providing a forum for people who want to be in government to make the lives of other people worse?

"That Looks Good on You - You Should Buy It!"

 Friends, frenemies, I have written a book which is being serialized over at Galaxy Brain

Whack-a-Mole Law & Order

It doesn't matter to what degree Alex Minassian has autism. He was a young man susceptible to indoctrination. Whoever funds the forum he got the idea to be a terrorist from should be on trial.

Parler Porn

Just a heads up to everybody that Parler is pretty obviously a kompromat generator for treason weasels so maybe don't click on anything or you'll end up being President of the United States for the Russian Mob.

COVID Christmas

Before I had to actually make Christmas happen, I loved it, right up until my last present was opened. Shortly after that Gram would announce, "Christmas 19(fill in the year) is over - dead and buried."

Eventually, Gram would spend Christmas with rellies in southern Ontario, but it didn't matter, the letdown was the same, and so I'd try to delay opening my last present until my older sister would rip off the wrapping and throw whatever was inside across the room.

As we know now, her anger was actually grief, grief due to the death of our father, a tragedy for everybody old enough to remember him, which I really didn't.

Later, when I had kids and was in charge of making Christmas happen, there was only relief when it was over, and in an homage to Gram I'd sing, "It's the most wonderful time of the year" every Boxing Day morning.

Later still, when I finally ended a marriage that wasn't working out for me, I gave Christmas to my former in-laws, and thus began what would eventually be my abdication from Christmas.

Yes, I said abdication. We're watching The Crown, just into season two, and abdication is the word that best describes how it is for Me vs Christmas. I have abdicated. And so I just watch, happy in my choice, while the dutiful soldier on keeping the annual anachronism going in our world of too much and not enough.

Except COVID, and so I'm hoping this year that a lot of dutiful Christmas soldiers, having had to take a step back from it all, will stay that step back, until so many of us have abdicated that Christmas becomes like Easter.

I know. Easter? What the fuck is Easter?

Quite.