In celebration of the Yule Christmas Hannukah Eid al-Futr End of Year shopping season, join us and Chuck Schuldiner, Dimebag Darrell, and Jesse Pintado in celebrating the reason for the season. In modernity everything is equal, and so if you do not have AIDS yet, you will get it soon.
We hope you have a wonderful Christmas or Eid huddled with the strangers you know as your family, eating tasteless food, opening consumer junk from under a dying tree, and keeping an eye on the street for the inevitable religious, cultural, ethnic, class, and political unrest. Your utopia-dystopia will look beautiful in the snow.
In the meantime, we metallic misanthropes and raging realists think toward the symbolism of this holiday, including the idea of celebrating life in the midst of death and planning for the inevitable death and rebirth, if you believe in that Pollyanna stuff. Together we can jihad this ruined world into a restored civilization, and then sodomize the weak.
Tags: christmas, eid al-futr, hannukah, holiday, utopia-dystopia, world genocide, yule
Yule is not end of year. At least, not “New Year”.
The Aryan “New Year” is the time that Pisstianity now calls “Easter”.
In our local language it is called something like “Greatday” or “Longday”.
While what Germans call “Yule” is the time to prove you’re not afraid of darkness and death. The Wild Hunt should visit you and you’d better show no fear.
#ivomitongodschild
What do you kno’ about sno’?
Why did u remove the “w”s?
Same reason you can write “you”.
Try ejaculating into the eggnog and see if anyones notices.
GRIDs are gay
What R GRIDs?
Gay related immune deficiency
I recieved a copy of Brett’s book on Nihilism for Christmas and can’t wait to finish it!
LOL Need to get it autographed one day!
Were there penises drawn on each page?
I spent Christmas alone in a mostly emtpy, multi-storey appartment block. I wiped the larger part of the floor of my flat (due on this day), had a shopping expedition through various stores run by hindus or muslims which enabled me to buy an apple, 2kg of oranges, tobacco, rizlas and a bottle of sparkling water. Luckily, I found an open pub – on Christmas day, all of the non-asian UK is usually closed – and had two beer there later in weird surroundings, with Christmas carols, 60s and 70s soul, and everyone else being 20 – 30 years older than me. Walking back through 40 minutes of a veritable storm of cold rain in the dark, I noticed my shoes being worn down to the degree that the soles weren’t watertight anymore. I then cooked a two course dinner for one person for the next four hours.
Life truly is an adventure!
Maybe.
Would people who like to complain about consumer throwaway culture overkill really be happier if they weren’t living in this world they built for themselves? It’s their’s by choice, after all, and decrying »tasteless food« is a lot easier than living on 1.5kg of potatos and 1kg of carrots for a month (plus – imagine the luxury – a smoked westphalia sausage for the first week).
NB: That’s a problem I don’t have to deal with anymore, at least not for now.