I am a communist. I don’t get Christmas. Why do Homo sapiens need to be with Other Herding Homo sapiens. I do it because I have to do it. The wrath of god and Baby Jesus and Athena that fuck, Zeus, and But I always find marginal ways to avoid doing it. Question: What Do They Want Next. You people spend too much time complaining about where is the fucking money. Go Get It. Throw it in buckets from tall buildings everywhere. Wipe your butt with it. It’s only money, and we all know what is coming next. Life just sucks you dry. Your hairy balls shrivel in the sizzle of photons spinning through your little cosmic head.  Christmas is code for I’m Gonna Get More Stuff And More Stuff, it’s a litany of “You Do Not Know The Fucking Troubles I’ve Seen. And You Never Will. I want more stuff.” Is it Christmas yet. My second self tells me he has the right to know. Run for your miserable lives.