Merry Christmas Comrades – good will and peace to all

Kia ora Comrades, Merry Christmas to you and your whanau.

Good will and peace to all.

Remember- It’s not Christmas until you have a huge argument defending Fairytale of New York, Love Actually and eating anything that casts a shadow.

Today Joseph and Mary would have to pass through 15 checkpoints to get from Nazareth to Bethlehem, but seeing as most of Gaza has been flattened by a war crime level response by Israel, plus the ethnic cleansing, you could make it a round trip within 30 minutes now.

The realistic nativity scene looks like this…

…how soul disturbingly sad.

Radio 1 to air censored version of Pogues’ Fairytale of New York

Offensive words in the Christmas song to be removed or altered for Radio 1, but remain unchanged on Radio 2

For many Christmas is a Season of Good Will, family, friends, whanau. A time to sit in each others company and celebrate the shared harvest of the year. It is joyful, it is welcoming, it is us at our best as a species.

For some however, it is a season of estrangement, a bitter cold loneliness whose each passing hour gnaws relentlessly into bone marrow that never heals. A 24 hour carnival of wounds made mockingly humiliating by the the cheer of the vast majority.

For those some, Christmas is a struggle of bruises with gift wrapped injury. For them, the bitter sweet working class lament ‘Fairytale of New York‘ sums up all the wasted hope of Christmas and allows pain to sit at the table in an exhausted detente with our more damaged angels.

Micro aggression policing Millennials decry this song for its hate speech language of ‘Slut’ and ‘Faggot’ and demand with all the nuance of Mao’s cultural revolution that this relic of pre-woke be burned at the virtual signalling stake.

When those some sing the insults with such ferocious gusto, it’s not aimed at homosexuals or women, those are insults being screamed at themselves once the distance between what was hoped and what was delivered is measured from heaven to the gutter.

Those some will not stop singing this pain, because this pain is the only guest at the table.

 

Meanwhile in NZ…

‘Not mistletoe and holly

To ward off melancholy

Carols in the chapel

Plum pudding and crabapple.

But to camp for a week

By a mountain creek

With fresh taken trout

And tinned pears to eat

With tea boiled in a billy

And the morepork in the gully.’ – James K Baxter

…plus the 12 days of Christmas from the new National/ACT/NZFirst Government…

On the first day of Christmas,
My libertarian vampire gave to me
A handjob for the bourgeoise

On the second day of Christmas,
My libertarian vampire gave to me
No Fair Pay,
And a handjob for the bourgeoise.

On the third day of Christmas,
My libertarian vampire gave to me
Bosses right to sack,
No Fair Pay,
And a handjob for the bourgeoise.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
My libertarian vampire gave to me,
No Gaza ceasefire,
Bosses right to sack,
No Fair Pay,
And a handjob for the bourgeoise.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my libertarian vampire gave to me
Contrived Boomer things,
No Gaza ceasefire,
Bosses right to sack,
No Fair Pay,
And a handjob for the bourgeoise.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my libertarian vampire gave to me
No Māori speaking,
Contrived Boomer things,
No Gaza ceasefire,
Bosses right to sack,
No Fair Pay,
And a handjob for the bourgeoise.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my libertarian vampire gave to me
Rivers too polluted for swimming,
No Māori speaking,
Contrived Boomer things,
No Gaza ceasefire,
Bosses right to sack,
No Fair Pay,
And a handjob for the bourgeoise.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my libertarian vampire gave to me
10 000 cows milking,
Rivers too polluted for swimming,
No Māori speaking,
Contrived Boomer things,
No Gaza ceasefire,
Bosses right to sack,
No Fair Pay,
And a handjob for the bourgeoise

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my libertarian vampire gave to me
Feral Cookers dancing,
10 000 cows milking,
Rivers too polluted for swimming,
No Māori speaking,
Contrived Boomer things,
No Gaza ceasefire,
Bosses right to sack,
No Fair Pay,
And a handjob for the bourgeoise.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my libertarian vampire gave to me
Greedy Landlords a-leaping,
Feral Cookers dancing,
10 000 cows milking,
Rivers too polluted for swimming,
No Māori speaking,
Contrived Boomer things,
No Gaza ceasefire,
Bosses right to sack,
No Fair Pay,
And a handjob for the bourgeoise.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my libertarian vampire gave to me
Winston Peters media bribing,
Greedy Landlords a-leaping,
Feral Cookers dancing,
10 000 cows milking,
Rivers too polluted for swimming,
No Māori speaking,
Contrived Boomer things,
No Gaza ceasefire,
Bosses right to sack,
No Fair Pay,
And a handjob for the bourgeoise.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my libertarian vampire gave to me
Tesla subsidy bumming,
Winston Peters media bribing,
Greedy Landlords a-leaping,
Feral Cookers dancing,
10 000 cows milking,
Rivers too polluted for swimming,
No Māori speaking,
Contrived Boomer things,
No Gaza ceasefire,
Bosses right to sack,
No Fair Pay,
And a handjob for the bourgeoise!

…and finally…

…the Luxon family gather in matching pyjamas to festively burn workers, renters, Māori, the environment and beneficiaries this Christmas.

May the blood of the lamb cleanse you.

A sardonic and depressed festival of late stage capitalism consumerism on a burning planet to you all!

A toast to your good health!

Season’s Greetings Comrades!

TDB 2023