In case you haven't had time to check the headlines

Christmas is supposed to be a time of happiness, joy, and kindness.

A time to love one another.

How do we show our love? Do we offer hugs all around? Write heart-felt letters of appreciation? Do we pause to really listen to what is going on in our loved ones lives? Do we even ask what our friends and family truly want?

Nope.

We buy things for people. Yep, we buy shit, wrap it up, and say "Merry Christmas! Aren't I just fabulous for buying you all this STUFF??" And when do we buy this shit? When it as cheap as fucking possible… Black Friday. *shakes head in disbelief* Deals deals deals.

And in the spirit of giving, THIS is what happens. A man is killed.

A MAN. IS KILLED.

Dead. A man is dead. A man was TRAMPLED. He was not gunned down by terrorists, not executed for his crimes, not a victim of a natural disaster. A man was killed by frenzied assholes trying to buy cheap shit for their relatives.

what
the
fuck

A man is dead. For what? For what.




In other news...

Taj Mahal Hotel

183 people are dead, Indian Home Minister Shivraj Patil has submitted his resignation, Asif Ali Zardari is cooperating, Bush says, "Terror will not have the final word."








I see, I read, I do not understand.