Last Christmas Today

We’ve had our share of woes, but we’ve also had some great things that we, as a species, have accomplished. Hey, who can say differently, especially now that Stranger Things is ready to start production on a new season, and we can’t unsee Millie Bobby Brown’s nipples, exposed and bared during the show’s hiatus?

And, in addition to that, think about Voyager 1 and Voyager 2, now in or entering the heliopause. They’ll be continuing until 2040 and beyond. That’s something, right?

Last Christmas Today

It’s now 19:00 in London. Here it is currently 014:00. Christmas is long over, except in Hollywood, which is a different, freaky world that, for me, may or may not exist in this world. I’m not sure I’d care or be surprised if it didn’t. Maybe it’s really an alternate universe like the many that Star Trek has so recently been multiplying like a mad physicist at a computer made in the future and sent here with Chinese instructions. Star Trek no longer has a canonical universe.

I recently saw an old video about hauntings in Hollywood, and I say “old” because the narrator was John Carradine. That dude’s long past worrying about haunted houses. He probably lives in one right now. As a ghost, of course.

It was not the age of the show that made me turn it off. It was the dated format and the fact that it bored me straight into restless leg syndrome. I mean, were it not for the fact that I’m crippled, I most certainly would have gone out and run about 15 miles.

The Ghost of Christmases Past

My father was a sicko well before he fucked his own children. After World War Two, he enlisted in the Navy. He was a fuckup. Once he nearly got clipped by a Corsair on the deck of U.S.S. Boxer. After his tour, he ended up in Hollywood.

He was supposed to have danced alongside Donald O’Connor on the Texaco Hour. And with Danny Kaye at one point. At some later point, he fled, or was chased from, Hollywood, as if by a posse. There was an underground of sex slaves, mostly underage boys who “serviced” big-name stars or producers. You know, like it is now. The old man couldn’t afford that, and the story of why he left in such a hurry back to the East Coast will forever remain a mystery. But Hollywood is, has been, and will remain until Doomsday, a septic tank.

It had an industry that was powered by perverted sexual practices and fed off greed, lust, and power. There is so much power that monopolies and conglomerates now own what was ounce viciously and jealously guarded by individuals.

Look at what Disney has done to Star Wars fans. Loyal fans who spent hard-earned cash on the franchise’s films, action figures, books, soundtracks, and games. Fans who closely followed the canon of the stories. Fans that got cheated out of their investment by having that canon change again and again in comics and, further, horrible shows and movies.

Considering the lack of respect for franchises Disney has eaten, the meme that showed the starship Enterprise and the text, “Faster, Scotty, before Disney catches us!”, and an Imperial cruiser chasing it is now no longer a joke: Warner Brothers is about to consume Paramount. There’s an even worse scenario about to unfold. Warner doesn’t fuck up canon. It trashes it. Star Trek, all movies and series, might just vanish. Nobody will be able to see any of it, and any ongoing or future projects will disappear faster than Netflix cancels a series.

I wonder which conglomerate will eat Netfix, by the way. By then, people will just be forced to drop all streaming except for free ones like Tubi. Even its content will be diminished. It might even become a paid version with ads and a subscription fee.

Some folks will drop cable and internet services. Who can tell?

And by the way, since Christmas is over, it’s safe to turn your radio back on. But it won’t be safe to walk after dark. Don’t leave the house, suckers: your neighbors with all those seasonal LED lights are not going to take them down until February. I’m just saying. You’ve been warned. And Warnered, too.

Pretty soon, the only time I’ll want to see the name Warner on my screen will be when voyeuristically viewing bra ads, you know, the sheer ones. That you can see through, like Millie Bobby Brown’s shirts. Eek. But, I have to admit, I do love women’s nipples.

And since Christmas is over, it’s time to talk about the Raiders-Chiefs game. You know the guy on the KC team dating Taylor Swift, right? Well, just before halftime, he gets all pissy and throws his helmet. He wasn’t having a good day. A cameraman caught her in the glassed-in booth. She didn’t look effervescent to me. Announcer Tony Romo said something about the player’s wife, Taylor Swift.

Tony Romo. Does he know something we don’t know? Have they eloped? Or did he just get sacked on astroturf too many times?

Because it ain’t working out. Musta had a holiday fight, eh, Kelce? She bum you out, or what? She always wins those, Travis. Rightfully so, too. She’s a Scorpio, you dummy. Only Geminis are likely to survive that by first betraying the Scorpion Queen. Taylor will always emerge victorious. Nobody has ever even escaped with their careers intact. Tom Hiddleston dated her for three months, and the next thing you know, Disney eats Marvel. Or was it the other way around?

Who can tell? Who can keep track?

What’s it matter anyway? Nobody cares anymore. John Mayer got his wings clipped so completely that nobody even remembers what he once did for a living.

By the way, Nashville is as big a septic tank as Hollywood. Or maybe they’re connected. Maybe one’s just the cesspool. Works for me.

This last Christmas could be the last one we ever celebrated. The war in Israel has reached a point where people in the United States are vehemently, openly antisemitic and supporting terrorists. Terrorists!

It may even be the last straw that tears this country down. That would cause death and unimaginable destruction around the world.

Back to Hollywood

Hollywood really is a fucked-up place. If it’s real. As I’ve said, my father spent time out there, and anyplace weird enough to let him on a stage to tap dance is proof enough for me. Decades later he had plastic-soled house slippers, and on the section of our den where there was no carpet, would click those fuckers for an hour like a shithead wannabe tap dancer on linoleum flooring while the rest of us tried to watch a movie. Fucking nut.

The reason he rushed East isn’t clear. There was a high probability that he had romantic feelings for Danny Kaye. His first daughter’s middle name is Kaye. But there may have been a sickened man grossed out by his affection. But if the Texaco Hour had stars chasing my father to the East Coast, the town remained the same. Today, underground clubs cater to the superstars’ every wish and whim. Every drug is readily available. Every taste in sexual fantasy can be sated. This much I know: you don’t want to know who goes to that kind of place.

How Many Cults?

There are religious cults claiming the word of God. There are sex and devil worship cults. Political cults. Media cults. And every time someone rises from the slime to speak truth, someone shuts them up. I used to follow Brian Tyler Cohen on YouTube. No longer. MSNBC hired him. Bought, paid for. Now he speaks no truth. Just what corporate fatcats allow him to say. Our division over the truth and our version of it is caused by every source of media Americans are permitted to see in volume. You want the truth, get away from all of the big news outlets. Otherwise, you’ll be brainwashed. They just provide the primer cord. You are the explosive, and only you can light it. And you’ll do it willingly.

These scumbag news empires don’t give a shit whether you do it or not because if you don’t, someone close to you will blow up and cause a chain reaction. You see it all the time if you pay attention.

A traffic stop turns from a simple ticket into assaulting a police officer by bystanders. They may or may not have seen the incident from the beginning, but no matter. They hear a woman say, “I can’t breathe!” And she can breathe because she was screaming it louder than a hurricane. And in his last moments, George Floyd stopped talking and never did scream this fucking loud. And you can clearly see that she’s resisting so much that even two hits of a taser haven’t done anything but piss her off more. A crowd gathers at this point, threatening and demanding bullshit like shithouse lawyers and police backup ain’t getting there fast enough. I fear for the men and women of every law enforcement agency everywhere, every day. The media triggered this shit. It is made of twisted truths that twist your mind and make everyone feel hostility toward every level of government. The right is now claiming to be the real victims, and the left have turned into a fragmented bunch of radical morons or pussies, and they are not interchangeable. One knows the truth but is too scared to tell it. The other is demented.

This year will end with more people maimed or killed by guns than ever, even though the statistics are not likely to survive the manipulation of hate groups like the ARA or right wing candidates and their aides, who probably give fellatio and cunnilingus better than Stormy Daniels, Linda Lovelace or Little Oral Annie ever could.

It may also break a record for any calendar year for people ordered by police supervisors and lower courts to get psychiatric testing or observation. Holy crap, people are trying to outrun police department Dodge Chargers in Teslas!

Teslas!

Fuck me.

Of course, they were drunk, hopped up, or amped. Well, usually, although some may not be. I don’t want to talk about those.

Last Christmas saw more homeless people hit the streets, more drug-related deaths, and more crimes than ever. The indifference of others made everything worse. I found zero worthy charities that truly help the needy, but more emails and ads from the ones that use donations for nebulous purposes. Nobody cares. Nobody.

The main reaction to seeing homeless and drug-dependent people is to be repulsed. There is no help.

I saw one former user fight back so hard that they beat impossible odds and should be proud of it. This should have drawn anyone to hire such a fighter, and Meta did. She didn’t last a week. They eliminated her entire department, and I’m proud to have finally left Facebook forever. That corporate zoo is such a dishonest house of lies and deception of gross proportions that I can not believe people still use it or Instagram. They collect all information and use it against its own users. It weathers every scandal, and its employees are cattle. Desperate to keep their jobs, they compromise their integrity willingly.

All social media is poison. Like Google, it feeds you shit you don’t want to see on your news feed, and settings will not allow you to stop it.

X is worse, much more so than Meta. And owner Elon Musk is a sick motherfucker. What do we do? Empower and worship the bastard. George Orwell never saw the likes of him coming.

And Orwell got a lot of things right. From Newspeak to Big Brother, it’s happening. What do you fear most in all the world? Don’t tell anyone. One day, it might just be used against you. The people are happy with their beer and football. Orwell wrote that. It has come true.

And forget about Kelce fucking up yesterday; that romance was doomed from the start. KC fans are calling for Tay Tay to be banned from Arrowhead Stadium. Whatever joy she brought to fans in September is now converted into acidic resentment. She’s a distraction because it’s always about her. When people want to praise her, fine, but she gets named Time Magazine’s Person of the Year, and Kelce might be bitter as all men do eventually become when out of the superior box they comfortably occupy. Now she’s a distraction. When his tantrum was at its apex, didn’t he scowl up at her?

The Global Warming Summit

The global warming meeting proved that people no longer care. Creationists are giving face and camera time to explain how Noah’s Ark was possible but also to support the idea that global warming is natural.

Kill me.

The support to Ukraine is drying up. Putin is popular in the United States. Mark my words: if we allow Ukraine to fall, Putin will be unstoppable. Next, the fight will spread out. Remember my warning about Finland? It will happen despite involving NATO. Putin will fear nothing. He’ll know that even if NATO does step in, the United States will turn to face the other way.

We are making far too many mistakes for which no solution can be possible. Once it’s too late, people will see. Only then will they see.

This year, this past Christmas, has been hard. But don’t worry.

For all we know, it may have been our last.

Who cares? Read the comments.

Kill me. Now.