pull back the thin veneer of pretense that obfuscates this holiday season profuse excuses of joy and peace are hollow and brittle and leave bitter proof of our lackluster compassion
expose the specter of greed dormant in capitalism vestiges of a dying culture the refuse of an apathetic American people numb to the trauma inflicted by megalomaniacal leaders consent given implicitly in the complacency of obedient conformity
will we refuse to acknowledge the stains on our hands this Christmas red liquid misting our faces bloodlust and endless war there’s no rhyme or reason to these sycophantic intonations deafening these words of treason in vain attempts to assuage guilt with endless iterations of false hopes and puny gods in brainless trying to defy reality
we belie our true intentions our self-serving obsessions and inane consumption hazes of the mundane in suburban graves
if the greatest gift is giving itself we won’t find solace in the holy temples of strip malls shopping centers and corporate retail palaces a Friday as black as our fractured hearts witness the death of humanity choking out all we were grateful for the day before
I wrote this today while I stood in Barnes & Noble and watched people come and go, chasing deals, laden with shopping bags. Black Friday is a microcosmic example of everything wrong with American culture.