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Saturday, December 24, 2011

Annoyed again - Fucking xtians.

Well, kiddies, once again I have survived the cash driven whirlwind that yet another perfectly innocent Pagan holiday has been turned into. Those miserable xtians saw Saturnalia,(a celebration of the birth day, not of the limpid christ, but of the Pagan Sun God - "Sol Invictus" or "Mithras") as a way to add to their ranks while simultaneously assimilating the local peoples and beliefs. They got themselves a ready-made holiday by doing what xtians do best - stealing from others and killing whoever got in their way. This holiday has belonged to the Pagani for thousands of years (the Babylonians make references to it around 2167 Bce, others go back considerably farther than that), and I think its about time those thieving, mass-murdering arrogant self righteous sons of a miserable fucking bitch finally own up to what they've done. Not just Yule, but EVERYTHING - I'm calling for complete and total accountability for every crime, every atrocity,every attempted genocide, every rape, every sacrifice, EVERYFUCKINGTHING ever done in the name of their god. But not one of the smarmy bastards will even admit that wrongs have been done - they are either blinded by their faith in god and bible, for the least intelligent ones, or, for the ever so slightly more intelligent few,  blinded by their faith in the almighty dollar. Well, let me extend a season's wish to the truly devout, the truly blind: May you all end up on the same stick your precious savior was nailed to. And this time around, try dying for the right fucking sins - the ones you, yourselves have perpetrated on the innocent! To everyone else, Have a very festive and enjoyable Yule,  Saturnalia, or whatever you wish to call it, and as always, Be safe!
TRS 

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Last thoughts cont'd

From the same crumpled paper the last entry came from, but on the other side. Where I didn't notice it before. Till now.

It's Saturday, the Day After Midnight Madness (the only real 'madness' being open till midnight), and images of last nights horrors flash-frame into my minds eye. Its 12:30 in the afternoon, and ZombieLand still looks like Ground Zero of the apocalyptic 'Final Confrontation' that all Italian Zombie films are based on and take place after. Bed & Bath is a shambles - duvets, sheets, towels all torn from their packages by ill-mannered, greedy bargain hunters. The xmas department - all but unrecognizable, bits of artificial tree strewn everywhere, like the limbs blown off the victims of a money-grubbing, red-suited corporate figurehead terrorist. There are other sights as well, sights too unspeakably terrifying to even consider right now. I hear a faint hissing from the P.A. and realize that Customer Service is now a 'No-Go' zone. These thoughts are more than I can bear, and my final impression is that of the floor, rapidly racing up to smash me right in the face as I black out...
 (To be continued?)

As always, be safe,
TRS   

Monday, December 19, 2011

Some poor bugger's last thoughts

The following narrative was found on a crumpled piece of paper amid the wreckage that followed Midnight Madness. 

Tomorrow is the dreaded Midnight Madness at ZombieLand, and the veterans are already fortifying our defenses. Coming in, as it is, so close on the heels of the last one, it seems as though no time has elapsed at all between battles.  Hell, some of the newer, younger ones have not even fully recovered - sure, they say their fine, but us battle scarred vets, we can see it in their eyes - panic, fear, confusion, they don't understand it - why are they being thrown back in again so soon? They just don't realize they are being forged, tempered, and perfected, like a fine old katana. They'll thank us one day, but for what? For turning them into cold, calculating, heartless retail machines? I think not...

Until next time, Be Safe

TRS