'Tis the Season?

Yes 'tis the season for everyone to run around asking each other: "did you get all your shopping done?" (up to 2mins before xmas day) and no one knows whether to say Happy Holidays or Merry Christmas what with all the legal wrangling and ACLU suing! Now kids can't sing Joy to the World the LORD is come, this is suddenly a lightening rod for the fear against church and state melding. And boy are we paranoid that happens...why then, we'll have the Taliban here - that's right this could lead to Talibanization, and we'll all remember how it started with good ole Joy to the World and yes that Nativity scene on the front lawn down at City Hall. Oh boy all the ruckus, from certain groups...just be happy that folks are running around giddy shopping and keeping out of trouble! Well enough of that, I GOT my pitiful shopping in and that's that for the end of this year.
Went to another interview and I have my reservations, that's all I'll say on that matter, might have another next week. Whew! there is so much that I could go into on this blog, that awful news of the carnage in Iraq, legalising drugs, my diet (or lack thereof this last week), work (that whole other struggle) life in general, Religion and just the shear madness of the world, more Iraq and how silly the President is for thinking that that mess has become anything other that a friggin' blood bath and the fact that if anyone thinks elections there will run like a well oiled machine, well they must be on crack! Well I saw a quite from Sir Conan Doyle, the creator of Sherlock Holmes (famous heroin addict) and it relates to life in the most perfect way - life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generation, and leading to the most outré results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable."