There may be a depression. No matter. The coffee is ready as I tell you that the Santa Claus Parade is assembling at Christie Pitts. brb
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Acquaintances must suppose, 'Oh here he goes trashing this venerable institution.' Nothing exists further from the truth. Hear ye, I am to praise.
Its all about the weather report. Near freezing. Raining. Gusty. Possible snow/sleet. In any kind of words a perfect day. Okay a perfect day for November.
This event is good for the government institutions like City Hall, Post Office, and any number of clown politicians willing to march. The dry goods retailers hope that this event will trigger a buying run on the shops.
The most wonderful thing is that doctors love this day because tomorrow on Monday their appointment calenders will be jammed with nose colds, chills, flu. Lawyers are happy since several heart attacks will occur during the event on people that otherwise would have lasted longer had their dear progeny not dragged them to this tortuous event. The wills and probate from surprise deceasement bring in bigger fees.
Such events cheers the cynical alleged hearts in society. Of course its all nuance. This golb would be raging against such lack of moral ethics of these remnant festivals derived from ancient imperial triumphs over the newly conquered and enslaved if the weather was sunny and warmer. Such a fragile border on authorship. With such grey weather I am so glad that I can write such a positive glob.
1 comment:
You're not allowed to pick on Santa, Gord.
Didn't you know, if you pick on Santa, one night a bunch of tiny, bearded elves will break into your apartment, throw a big burlap sack over your head and beat you with red and white, sand-filled socks until you bleed when you pee?
If I was you, I'd be very wary of elves for awhile...
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