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My Wife's Proposed Lighting Plan For Next Year

The tree has been put away or discarded.  The newly untangled lights start their year long re-tangling process.  The plastic Rudolphs, Santas, Jesuses ( I admit I do not know the plural of Jesus.), and plates with Frosty on them are all put into their storage containers and forgotten about by everyone for another 11 months.  Everyone except my wife.

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Post Christmas Yule Tide After Glow

Well, It is over.  Another year capped off with ham and family togetherness.  The only thing on the horizon is New Years Eve.  “The Holidays” are an ever elusive ideal that someone invented a long time ago.  Today, just today, I realized I was “Christmased out”…visually:

I think that it is possible to have too much of a good thing.  When you reach that pinnacle of “holiday overload” something changes.  Something changes  internally.  Holiday cheer becomes grating and trite.  Repetition of “Merry Christmas” becomes transparent and almost…fake.  You can not BS a sentiment over and over with out your delivery of said sentiment becoming tired and unbelievable to even the most immature of grandchildren and inebriated of guests.  So, I stopped trying.  I didn’t actually mean to stop, but I did.  My Christmas Battery was dead.  D E A D

Now, I sit here at 11:43 p.m. and I am yet to decompress.  The tree is devoid of presents and there are no foreign voices in the house.    My dog is sleeping soundly and I am here looking into an LCD window wondering what is coming next:

Am I Scrooge, am I human, am I a bad person?  Goodnight world, wherever you are.

Merry Christmas

( I didn’t even believe that one.)

A letter from Wal-Mart to Target

Wal-Mart expansion (1962-Present)

This started out as a co/op project with a fellow blogger, but for reasons unbeknown to me, that doesn’t look like it is going to happen.  So, without further adieu.  Just in time for Christmas I give you, dear reader, A letter from Wal-Mart to Target.

Dear Target,

First of all let me say that we hope this letter finds you in Jesus’ arms and in the warm healing rays of the Holy Spirit, so help you Sam Walton.  That being said, We are about to fuck you up!  We don’t know who you think you are trying to muscle in on our turf, but We think there are some things you need to know before you get your self in a battle you are ill equipped to handle.   Let us explain to you how unprepared you really are.

First off…Red? You chose red as your trademark color…you idiot, what are you thinking? Were you thinking red was the opposite of Wal-Mart blue?  You fool, everyone knows grey is the opposite of blue.  Not to mention that every one knows we are the reddest company in the world.  With 70% of goods on our shelves coming from China and 32 billion in imports from China alone, We are much redder than you will ever be.  Hey, Want to know a secret?  80% of our suppliers are based in China and many of our “American” companies use Chinese labor to manufacture their products because we won’t buy them to sell to the devout Waltonian’s unless they are manufactured as cheaply as possible by people who we really don’t care anything about.  It is not cool or anything that 100%of your factory inspections are unannounced.  NEWS FLASH:  YOU AREN’T SPECIAL!  How can you possibly hide health code violations, human rights abuses, and unsafe work conditions when the factory managers don’t know inspectors are coming…IDIOTS!  We allow time for the managers to hide infractions and correct things before our “inspectors” arrive.  We only allow 26% of our factories to be “surprise” inspected.  That seemed like a good number.  If I may quote another powerhouse in the retail world, and some one you could take a lesson from “That’s what I call good business.” To hell with a living wage and human rights, I mean really!  If Jesus and Sam wanted you to make more money he and Sam, in their divine holiness would have named you Walton.  We won’t even let our workers unionize and people think we care about human rights?  We provide our managers a “toolbox” that is used to watch for “Union Threats.”  Shit, We don’t even pay our Waltonian workers a wage that is above the “poverty line,” not to mention that we encourage our slaves, er…employees to utilize government health care so we do not have to pay for it.  Something funny, we are largely devout republicans and right wing advocates AND AND AND  we promote welfare to our employees while complaining about a more liberal government.  Chew on that Mr. Conflict of Interest!  Hang on now don’t get your little panties in a wad, We do offer health care, but it would take 20% of the average employee’s check to pay their share every month there by making it unaffordable to most of our slaves, er…employees.  Not to mention that 700,000 slaves, er…employees cant even get coverage under our Health Care Plan.  Beat that Mr. Target!  GOD BLESS AMERICA AND SAM WALTON!  Call it welfare reliance or forced poverty or what ever you lefties want to if you will.  We call it DOLLA DOLLA BILLS YA’LL…I apologize, I didn’t mean to quote a minority, excuse my breach of Wal-Mart etiquette. Please hold…I HEREBY DISAVOW ANY AND ALL RELATIONSHIPS WITH ANYONE BUT WHITE SOUTHERN PEOPLE. SO HELP ME, SAM!

I feel better now.  I just had to chant away my indiscretions.  You know we sing every morning don’t you?   Moving on…

Do you have any idea how good we are to the communities the Wal-Mart Gospel reaches?  Well, Mr. Upscale, let me tell you.  For the luxury and  convenience of our presence in your community we will only cost you $420,000 American dollars per year (on average).  Not to mention that we have nearly 1.2 billion in subsidies from local and federal governments to spread the Wal-Mart message.  Who is handing you money, Mr. Fancy Pants?  Opening one of our compounds or Super Compounds in any area lowers the average wage of all employed persons in that whole county by 1%.  We make every one poorer just by being there.  Amazing? We know!  Something else that is cool is that 94 cents out of every dollar we make goes back to Wal-Mart.  6 cents goes to the community in the form of salaries and local promotions.  See, we do give back to the community just as the Bible tells us to.  While we are on the subject of the Good News, we also follow the good book by keeping women subservient to men.  Our women managers earn $14,000 a year less than their male “equals.”  Sorry, that word “equal” makes me laugh.  They always point to that Dukes v. Wal-Mart case that showed we actively discriminate against women…its not discrimination, It is God’s law.  HELLO!

Look Mr. Target, we import more goods than YOU, COSTCO, and SEARS combined.  We generated 22 billion in operating revenue this year alone, Praise Sam.  Do you really think you can compete with that?  You actually think you can penetrate the customer base of low income, uneducated, and ignorant followers that swear by the Holy Trinity of The Father, Sam, and the Holy Spirit?  You blasphemous devil!  You must be French owned!  We will stick our Chinese made Freedom Fries right up your metrosexual ass, you arrogant prick.  Just who do you think you are with your “sleek” looking furniture?  EVERYONE LOVES BEAN BAG CHAIRS!  Get it through your head!  You really expect people to visit a store, and I use that term loosly, that doesn’t sell guns?  COME ON!  This is America!  You FRENCH PIG!  You know nothing about selling to real Americans.  The leftist, bourgeoisie you do sell to are unwanted by WAL-MART and do not deserve to be counted among the loyal, so sayeth the Sam!

On a positive note, you got your logo correct.  That big red “target” is nice and big.  Hard for us to miss it with the guns we purchased at Compounds around the world, you Frenchy Pig.  Stay out of our way!

May Sam’s LOVE rain down over you,

-Wal-Mart

P.S.  Could you please show us how to have a more fair corporate structure?  JUST KIDDING, YOU FRENCH ASSHOLES and be sure to Vote Palin in 2012, assuming you are actually allowed to vote in this country.

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Christmas Wish List 2009

"...a football? Yeah, yeah a football! No! WAIT!!!..."

I hate being asked what I want for Christmas.  I simply hate it.  It hurts my delicate feelers to tell someone that I don’t want anything…they look dejected and I feel like an ass.  SO…here is an open response to everyone that has/will ask me what I want for Christmas.  Any of these would be greatly appreciated.

A moral compass, muttonchops, Spideysense,  a frigate (*note I have no where to keep this option), a jetpack, an olympic medal (*the sport is irrelevant, just make sure there is no name on it), an original muppet (*Fozzy preferably), the ability to dance (*pop n’ lock preferred), a live in masseuse, any original Elvis jumpsuit, guitar lessons from Tom Morello, 3′ x 8′ oil on canvas painting of me on a white steed dressed in armor with a lance piercing a dragon under the horses hooves (*see St. George Slaying the Dragon)…

That is a fraction of my actual list…

If you want more gift ideas, let me know in the comments and I will give you more ideas to make my Christmas a merry one.

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