This Christmas I am sending cards and this the message I intend to spread...

He has a thing with blogs and shit, but this is worth publishing... Sorry Paul.

"I hate these bastards. And I suspect you feel the same...They might call us bigots, but at least we are UNIVERSAL bigots. Right? Shit on those people. Everybody you see these days might have the power to get you locked up...who knows why? They will have reasons out of some horrible Kafka story, but in the end it won't matter any more than a full moon behind clouds. Fuck them.
Christmas hasn't changed much in 22 years - not even 2,000 miles west and 8,000 feet up in the Rockies. It is still a day that only amateurs can love. It is well and good for children and acid freaks to believe in Santa Claus - but it is still a profoundly morbid day for us working professionals. It is unsettling to know that one out every 20 people you meet on Xmas will be dead this time next year...Some people can accept this, and some can't. That's why God made whiskey, and also why Wild Turkey comes in 300 Dollar shaped canisters during most of the Christmas season, and also why criminal shitheads will hit you up for tips or they will twist your windshield wipers into spaghetti and urinate on your door handles..."

-HST