here's Unlce Attis in his festive cap
FEAST OF SATURNALIA and the WINTER SOLSTICEMerry Christmas to you all, hope Santa brought you all your worthies, you slaves to the Roman Empire.
What, Mike?
It's been proven (again and again) that Christ-Mass is nothing more than a cynical amalgamation of all sorts of pre-historic, Pagan and Roman nature-worship all schlammed together so that you'll be a compliant-if-fractious bunch of goggle-eyed fucking half-wits at this time of year running round Consumerist Marketplaces or MAUL(sp)s elbowing each other out of the way to buy, buy, buy the crap, crap, crap you don't need, need, need with money you don't really have.
Then come the New Year's fireworks, bonfires and other 'things that ruin the planet' in the name of buy, buy, buy with money, money, money you don't have. Can't you see you're being stage-managed, controlled? On a Global Scale, for the Empire's Financial Benefit? Their PROFIT? Your salt?
The Feast of Saturnalia and the Winter Solstice are both PAGAN festivals dealing with the 'shortest day of the year' i.e. usually December 22nd, and a 'survival-celebratory time' when all the excess food of the Industrialised Crop Industry was gorged upon, the way black bears prepare for hibernation. Another year over. But what will we eat until Easter when the Bunnnies turn into chocolate? Slurp mulch? Remember, Christ is a Roman Catholic story, probably written in AD 70 to commemorate the victory of (deified Roman Emperor) Titus Flavius Caesar Vespasianus Augustus over the Jewish Rebellion in Judea.
Oh, a short note about the 'festive illustration' for this Free Planet mumble-jumble: Attis was a Phrygian god of vegetation, and in his self-mutilation, death, and resurrection he represents the fruits of the earth, which die in winter only to rise again in the spring. Fruits of his own loins, and all that, Attis was an erection idol with salacious blood orgies held in his memory. Self-castrated, too boot.
So, nice Elf hat, eh? Drink more fucking Coca Cola, you overweight (Santa irony) slaves to Saturn/Chronos. Screw more of your imaginery competition. Continue to support the amoral Corporate War Game with your efforts.
a nipple-chilling Elf image from 1850, thanks Nils Blommer
