The Season of the Morons. What's the sense in celebrating the supposed birthday of some dead, prehistoric Jew?

Bah fucking humbug. Once again, the season of stupidity has descended upon asshole America. And so, another stupid, meaningless Thanksgiving has come and gone. The " Season of the morons" as, I often call the Holiday Season has descended upon America once again. Put mildly, I completely lost interest in the celebrating Thanksgiving, "Christ-mas"[Yule-a Pagan holiday that was moved four days ahead on Common Era Calendar], and Easter soon as I was told there was no real Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, or what have you. My best memories of family gatherings? My family and I were at my Aunt Rita and Uncle Sal's for Thanksgiving in North Baldwin. I was 8 years old, the emotionally disturbed child with severe ADHD. As always, like my father constantly told me, I never knew how to act normal when around company. Anyway, as my extended Catholic family prepared to say " Grace"-my Aunt and Uncle being rather pious, I, the misfit " Las fachim-a-mamma" as Dad always called me, reached across the table to for cranberry sauce. Being that I always hated turkey and stinky-ass fish and didn't eat meat of any kind between age 3-13, all I ate was pasta and some vegetables. Anyway, as usual, Dad got all upset, reminding Mom once again that I was a " bastard" and " garblaminca" [ piece of garbage in Italian-American] and yes, an " animal" as he endearingly called me all the time.    


Anyway, so the time came to say " Grace", at which time I folded my hands and loudly exclaimed " WHY DO WE HAVE TO THANK GOD FOR THE FOOD? GOD DOESN'T PROVIDE IT, MOM BUYS IT WITH MONEY AT THE SUPERMARKET!" You may say I was already quite the little Atheist at age eight. Anyway, as usual, Dad sported that John Boehner style look of scorn, complaining to Mom about how " The miserable, ingrate bastard does everything [ it] could to embarrass the family, Evelyn. What the hell's that lousy Jew therapist, Dr. Rosenthal, doing for the miserable moron I don't know?" Being more Christian than a lot of Christians and Catholics usually are, my Aunt Rita and Sal did not say anything; Mom tried to keep the peace.

That said, plus the realization that the fucking Easter Bunny and Santa Claus no longer existed, there was nothing meaningful for me about the three, All-American "stupidity holidays". My sister, Linda Hayduk, said I had asperger's and that was the reason I never " showed any compassion or empathy toward others". This, she did after I was committed to Yale-New Haven Psychiatric Hospital in 2010-11 during the idiot season. Naturally, she was looking for an excuse as to why I " changed genders" in the first place; Asperger's and XXY chromosome disorders showing similar symptoms, I learned from a genderqueer woman I knew in the NMSU Psychology degree program. truthfully, I never was one to "walk fifteen miles out of my way" to buy gifts for others, nor could I see the sense in sending " Christmas Cards" to every fucking relative and friend on the list. Having lived with Mom most of my fucked up life, annually, I'd watch her get all stressed out as she felt imposed to write out and mail everyone on her long list a goddamn Christmas Card.

" What the hell are we celebrating?" I'd often say to her. " The birth of some long dead Jew many people believed was the supposed 'Son' of God? The way I see it, Mom, the whole goddamn holiday season makes absolutely no sense. Why get all stressed out worrying about giving gifts and all just to commemorate the supposed birthday of some long dead Jew?" It never made sense to me. I could see the sense in giving someone a birthday present if one could afford it, but to celebrate the supposed " birthday" of some long deceased ancient Jewish man who walked the Earth? WTF?
Back in 2013 when my Rapid Re-housing HUD Grant expired, rather than go look for some stupid rent-a-slave job at Walmart or McDogshite like my sister suggested, I moved the fuck out of that little rental cottage and into student housing. Need I say my sister gave me a heavy duty lecture about how I do not know how to be grateful and humble; both of which is a load of Christ-centered horseshite and makes me want to vomit when I even heard the words. Believe me, having wasted several years of my fucked up life going to 12-step groups but never being able to " get down my my knees and pray" to some higher power, I developed a disdain for everything having to do with being a " spiritual" person.

The three words that always disgusted me were humility, grace, gratitude. That and love. I could not, and still cannot [ nor want to ever learn how to] be humble, grateful for my house, job, or whatever. That and the whole " love your neighbor as yourself" thing makes absolutely NO SENSE to me. Stupidity to the max. And so, I had to listen to my often critical sister tell me " YOU HAVE NO SENSE OF GRATITUDE. You should be humble and thankful for the 13 months that agency helped you with your rent, for a roof over your head." I think I said something like "Thanks, president Barack Obama for the mostly free rent. The welfare aint' givin me nothing for food stamps nor rental assistance in this piece of crap country the Republicans destroyed."

That all said, truly, I find this whole Holiday Season to be the season of stupidity. The whole idea of giving back to your loved ones and friends registers a " 10" on my shite meter. Even if I were employed I'd do what I could to get the hell out of gong to some dumb Holiday party because, were I to go, I'd more than likely be the asshole who gets drunk and dances on the table with that lamp shade upon my head. That or go screw the boss in the broom closet, or maybe eat her snatch if the boss were a woman; and yes, be out of a job by morning.

And so, let the Season of the Idiots begin. Like every other year, I shall choose to tune in, turn on, and drop out. Stupidity. That and meaninglessness, the thought of wasting my time celebrating what was rumored to be the birthday of some ancient Jew named Jesus. BAH HUMBUG. On this I must agree with Friedrich Nietzsche in his book The Antichrist when he called Christianity the religion of pity, of the downtrodden. The last book Nietzsche wrote before he lost his sanity. Not that I agree with everything Nietzsche said. However, I find it far more relevant to humanity than any of the horseshit foretold in the Bible. Most of the New Testament having been written by PAUL. A half-Roman/ half-Jew who WAS NOT EVEN BORN when the Romans crucified Jesus on the huge wooden cross with the thieves and other criminals; his punishment: terrorism [ and probably mental illness].

One thing Friedrich Nietzsche was right about is this. The Christian religion goes against everything natural to humankind; it is highly self-debasing, the egocentric person being how humans are really supposed to be. Selfish. Not that there's anything wrong with helping others, there isn't anything wrong with it should one wish to do so. After all, for many people, caring about another human being or other animal is normal. That is, if there is such a thing as being " normal". The point about Christianity is this. When Nietzsche labelled it the most self-debasing religion on Earth, he meant that Christianity goes against everything that's human. Like every other beast of the field, humans are inherently SELFISH. That said, one need realize the real reason for being generous; to get something in return.

For example, one falls " in love" with their chosen mate because of what's in it for THEMSELVES. Not for the other person in the relationship or marriage. Should one waste their money buying gifts for another, one need remember this. That the reason for doing so is because they expect the same from the other person. Nobody even knows for sure if there even was a Jesus; secular Bible scholars have said that his name was Yeshua, not " Jesus Christ". According to Dominic Crossan, Elaine Pagels and others, " Christ" was a name given to him by Paul. Yes, PAUL. The guilt-filled asshole born roughly 19 years after they killed Jesus, who in turn became " Saint Paul". The Roman Christian appointed "expert" as to what Jesus supposed "ministry" was all about.

I agree with Friedrich Nietzsche. Christianity is the most unnatural, self-debasing religion in the world. Many in the United, but definitely divided, Asshole of America believe that Islam is the world's wickedest religion. However, Christians have started more wars and killed more humans than any other religious group known to humankind. It's interesting that Nietzsche had a soft spot for Buddhism, seeing it as making far more sense than the whole living in " sin" concept associated with Christianity. That and the fact that most Buddhists see Buddhism as more of a philosophy than a religion.

As for whether or not Jesus actually existed, that and, if he did, who he was in an historical context? Well no one really knows for sure; for those who claim they do, those secular Bible scholars, they claim he may have been married to Mary of Magdala and, more than likely, she bore his children. Atheists debate the possibility of Jesus existence. That said, WHAT IS THE REAL REASON FOR THE SEASON? I think I'll stick with that wise Jew named Mel Brooks on this one.

A Hollywood filmmaker, director, and producer, Mel Brooks was best known for his 1973 blockbuster hit Blazing Saddles. His second blockbuster movie being the 1984-85 hit Spaceballs:The movie, in it he-in the starring role, can be quoted telling his intern, a nice young " Drewish prince" [ spoof on Judaism], the following: "MERCHANDISING! MY DEAR BOY! IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MERCHANDISING!" Perhaps Mel Brooks knew more about the so-called " Reason for the Season" than anyone else.

Which brings me to the conclusion here as to what the meaningless to me, senseless, Holiday Season is REALLY ABOUT. " MERCHANDISING! IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MERCHANDISING!" [ Brooks]