A couple of millennia ago, some geezer was allegedly nailed to a tree for suggesting that we should be nice to each other.
What have we learnt since? Not a lot, it seems to me.
Far too many people congregate in massive edifices built by our forebears and sing their hearts out in songs that use words like ‘love’, and ‘peace’, and ‘goodwill’. And then we shuffle off to gorge ourselves on traditional fowl, raised in cages in abominable conditions, birds that are bred purely for profit with no consideration for how they feel.
And, all the while, our human cousins fleeing from oppression, hunger, and worse, drown on our borders because of the xenophobic fascists currently in control. (Perhaps it’s different in your neck of the woods, but here in Blighty, we’re governed by a bunch of morons who are acting as though they have ‘a mandate’ to ‘secure our sovereignty’ on the grounds of a pitifully minuscule ‘first-past-the-post’ margin, one that they continue to claim proves that ‘the electorate has spoken’ even though those who voted were lied to on a massive scale. And they will never in a million years admit that.)
So, on this day, this celebration of the alleged ‘day of birth’ of an alleged ‘saviour’ who ‘gave his life for our sins’ (even though, if he even existed, he was probably actually born in the summertime, and the truth that ‘christmas day’ was appropriated by the ‘Holy’ Roman Empire to assist in appeasing the British populace has been lost in the mists of time)… feel free to stuff your face while the others with whom you ‘share’ this planet are fleeing for their lives, or starving to death.
Merry christmas, one and all.