It's far from december, but I am a fan of recycling,so...Actually, I can get us a bit closer to that season by talking about an experience I had (it is such traumatic events which made me be who I am today...)
It was back in school, and we had a 'fun' song to learn in the english class. It was called 'Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer'. I was shocked, simply shocked, when we started to read the lyrics. I just couldn't understand how and why something so awful was presented as being hip, and cool, and joyous. Now, you probably never paid attention to the song, or we'd all be horrified and cancel Xmas for ever. But I'll reveal the horror today, 'cuz I care enough to share.
First, this song is about a drunk animal, k? Of course, the red nose reference could mean Rudolph (I don't even want to start about the name) has a skin disease, but it's highly unlikely.
This drunkard was excluded from all the reindeer games, by his companions of sleigh-dragging.
It makes sense. You play house, and Rudolph decides to puke into your mud soup because he doesn't understand how to _fake_ being a problem child. So far, so good.
Only that one night this fat guy that you see smirking in all adverts, this poster child called Santa Claus, decides to entrust the steering of the sleigh to the drunkest, unfittest, dumbest of them all. Why? Who knows...Maybe he doesn't care, maybe he got tired, maybe he hopes he'll be dragged into a bar and rest there forever. Maybe he hates kids. In any case, this irresponsible being entrusted the happiness of all children to a drunk reindeer. OK.
So far, we learned that we have idiot leaders and scum that end up in leading positions. And what happens next, what do the others do? Well, they start kissing Rudolph's ass. I'm sorry, but that's how it is. They start praising him. They start composing odes for hi, ffs! Why? Because the boss said he's OK. All that time when they shunned him, all their sense of superiority - gone. Because, you see, they never were superior. If they were, they'd kick the fat guy in the nuts, throw him and Rudolph into the shithouse and go on with their pathetic lives at the North Pole. But they're not better than their incapable leader and their immoral laughing stock.
So, with no ifs or buts, this song shows us on what our society is built upon, showing that individuals are easy to maneuver, easily accepting decisions that compromise everything, including their reputation, their well-being and even their lives. We are presented all that in a joyous manner, as if that's how it's supposed to be; it's all fun and games...until someone gets hurt, right? Somewhere, from the dark steppes, where ass kissing is not a way of life, the 'savages' are going to emerge and trample down this meek society of reindeer... Trust me, it's been like that forever.
Well, it's not as tragic as that. I mean, if I get some free days from work because of a drunk reindeer and a fat poster child, I'll take it. It could be worse. I could be working on Christmas instead of wasting a salary on gifts and pretending I'm happy. Wait, no, that is worse. Worse than...huh? I'm confused now...
In aaany case, stay tuned for my next analysis of 'When Santa got stuck up the chimney'. There's another gem...
Jokes aside, it's been some interesting three years. Years in which I agreed with MD's precepts, which is not the case anymore. That's not to say MD is a waste of time - on the contrary. So, I will continue to log in daily, but I will do things differently. While acting the same (hope that makes sense). I think that's ok, I like the game, and I can play it even if I don't agree with stuff...or not? Who the hell knows what's the next checkpoint... This is a race towards death, I'll see you at the finish line
