Resist-mas
Be patient; destroying Christmas should not take too many words. It’s an easy first Target©. Preferring used books, this was a rare trip. Twas’ December 21st. I headed to a mostly Islamic area of Detroit, a sanctuary from the perpetual black Friday.
Resist-mas
A New Christmas From the Author of the Bestseller Truth & Persuasion in a Digital Revolution
“They [the gods] had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.”
-Albert Camu
Please be patient; you should not take too many words. It’s an easy first Target©.
Preferring used books, this was a rare trip.
Twas’ December 21st.
I headed to a predominantly Islamic area of Detroit, a sanctuary from the perpetual black Friday. The last remaining Barnes & Noble© was between the Target© cage and the Old Navy Cage© in the capitalist zoo. My family and I entered. These books smell different but are a much more palatable and sanitary purchasing experience when one loves purchasing purchases. The crumbs of society that read sentences instead of swipes formed a small crowd in the store. I was not exposed to the messy remnants of the other cages.
But I was exposed to the outer penumbra of the plaza’s cramped entrance. The exhaust pipes spilling $3.49 unleaded gas in the form of wispy white clouds stretched a mile—the horn of pissed-off Christmasers, a steady metronome. Cars packed with their solitary occupants waited to turn right into the sprawling plaza. Late model sedans tucked underneath XXL Quad Cabs waited for their turn to adventure amongst the mass-produced trinkets and hoped to find something special for that someone special. We know how this ends 50% of the time.
I was sad.
This line was one of expectations, not happiness—last-minute deals to stuff the tree for one beautiful morning at the altar of capitalism. Sure, kids may smile on Christmas morning, but how many frowns did it cause? They spent their time earning money and paying taxes to their government, corporations, and landlords. They take what’s left and pay for their expectations.
“They [the gods] had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.”
Albert Camu
The day was about a god and simple gifts of birth. I do not quarrel with that. But capitalism killed your god and replaced it with itself.