Sometimes the holiday season can come upon you like an STD, painful and embarrassing.
And you find yourself worrying about it on the toilet a lot.
Its a lot like stages of grief.
Denial. “It can’t be Christmas already?!?!” (Stop posting affirmation memes on FB for 2 fucking seconds and look at the calendar.)
Anger. “I hate how commercial it is!” (And yet YOU feed the beast, every year.)
Bargaining. “Alright, I can skip the gym 2 days a week and just budget my time tighter, that will work, right?” (It is one of those lines that you know are a lie when you say them. Its your baby, sure I’ll pay you back, I’ll pull out, that sort of thing.)
Depression. “Fuck it, I don’t care, this year is just fucked because of blah, blah, blah.” (There is a certain charm to being totally fucked, but that statement makes no sense to those who have never bottomed out.)
Acceptance. “I am going to get a good tree this year!” (Control the shit you can control.)
That being said, Christmas is coming, time to start fat shaming the goose just prior to his death.
Personally, you couldn’t make me eat goose with a gun to my head.
I once ate foie-gras (Goose liver, but God knows what they do to it.) in Paris during my peace mission to France. (My Great grandfather was a war hero and hated the French with a passion he usually reserved for the English (We’re Irish) or the Italians (Just because).
Foie-Gras was so foul I suddenly understood my great grandfather and the French. (2 bottles of wine later, I tried foie-gras again. Still nasty.)
I work with one of those annoying vegetarians that claims to be much healthier but is always out sick.
I am an unapologetic carnivore.
Meaning that it wouldn’t bother me to be in on the kill, but my work schedule prohibits it. (For the record, the last time I was sick was 2 years ago. Sinus infection that cleared up in a few days.)
My immune system is a lot like a 6’8 special forces soldier, its not afraid of anything, it just figures out how to kill it.
But go ahead and eat your fucking bean sprouts.
Can you feel Christmas in the air?
People are spending money and planning for the day.
It quit being a religious day for the masses awhile ago.
And I am ok with that.
Faith is Faith, you either have it or not, regardless of what day you get off of work.
But, when the day comes and you end up roasting in Hell, don’t come bitching to me.
I will be having a steak with the Almighty while you and the vegetarians get yours.
I am not wishing hell on you, just to be clear.
Vegetarians, yes., fuck those guys.
Oh, and coffee, there will be coffee.
I am fairly certain the Almighty is a dark roast guy.