Once again any of us out here in MTV's the real world must pretend to be joyous, moronic consumers who look down on those who refuse to join in a sing song or spend eighty pounds on a plastic spinning top for little baby Billy.
See, I don't believe in Christianity, but I do hold strong opinions about how it as a religion is responsible for more death, pain, intolerance, suffering, torture etc. than anything else that hit this planet save for giant asteroids and the tabloid press.
So this year I'm not going to be celebrating Christmas, I'm going to wait until just before Easter (I forget the precise day but let's face it it's going to be a whole holiday season of celebratrix) and celebrate the death of Christ instead.
Suggestions on holiday festivities :-
We need a replacement for Santa. The big jolly Coke advertisement really gives Xmas it's special swing. I nominate Pontius Pilate. But we'll have to rename him so he's more cuddly. I've come up with the name Uncle Pontius. Every Maundy Thursday the cuddly uncle flys across the world dropping bits of rotten Christ flesh down the chimneys of little kids to remind them that the fucker got hung from a piece of wood with nails until he carked it from the pain. Loser.
Instead of the giving of presents, I nominate the stealing of presents. Everyone is allowed to steal one item from a friend or relatives house. So hide those DVD players!
Christmas Carols. Anti-Xmas needs a musical angle too. While they have the tune, I suggest we take the beats. Luke Vibert's excellent remix of DJ Food's "Turtle Soup" should do nicely. We may need lyrics eventually, but I'm sure Andrew Motion will do anything for 50p.
The Traditional Roast. Probably Xmas's biggest mistake as most people present have monster hangovers. I suggest we replace this with headache powder and possibly more booze.
The Christmas Lights. Replaced by a curfew. Dissenters shot with crossbows from close range. Those utter nutballs who like dolling up their homes with a billion watts of sparkly lights are allowed, but will be made to display massive messages on the side of their property such as "Fuck God" and "If you see Jesus, shoot him in the neck until cold".
Midnight Mass. This parade of fairweather Christians will be mirrored by our own brutal and archaic pagan ritual featuring a viewing of "The Last Temptation of Christ" and passages from the Psalms answered in unison by the gathered throng with the phrase "bullshit, Lord"
Soup Kitchens. This parade of fairweater do-gooders should be mirrored with our own offers of liposuction for particularly obese homeless people.
It's early days for this brand new and exciting public holiday, please help me out with more suggestions.
― Lynskey (Lynskey), Tuesday, 10 December 2002 14:10 (twenty-two years ago)
― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Tuesday, 10 December 2002 14:21 (twenty-two years ago)
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Tuesday, 10 December 2002 15:25 (twenty-two years ago)
― chk chk chk, Tuesday, 10 December 2002 15:52 (twenty-two years ago)
― Lynskey (Lynskey), Tuesday, 10 December 2002 17:35 (twenty-two years ago)
Thank you, Goodies, once again.
― Pooster (pooster), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 00:07 (twenty-two years ago)
― Pooster (pooster), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 00:18 (twenty-two years ago)
― Rex (Rex), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 00:35 (twenty-two years ago)
― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 02:40 (twenty-two years ago)
― The Cheesemeister, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:46 (twenty-two years ago)
― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 14:00 (twenty-two years ago)
― scottai (scottai), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 23:20 (twenty-two years ago)
― Pooster (pooster), Thursday, 12 December 2002 00:52 (twenty-two years ago)
― Pooster (pooster), Thursday, 12 December 2002 00:58 (twenty-two years ago)
The cheeses, which we've dubbed "Religious Nutters", are handed out to small children, who then have to open them by throwing them hard at passing Jehovah's Witnesses, RC Cardinals, Vicars, Mormons, etc.
When one of the above targets is felled by a Religious Nutter, the children are then allowed to lap up the pieces of delicious cheese from around the unconcious or dead body of their victim, chanting "Our god's harder than your god, our god's harder than yours. Our god's harderer, and tastes betterer. Our god's harder than yours."
The details of the ritual are open to modification, of course.
― The Cheesemeister, Friday, 13 December 2002 13:22 (twenty-two years ago)
― Pooster (pooster), Saturday, 14 December 2002 01:07 (twenty-two years ago)