Little Mr Mahatma

In which the middle-aged Peacenik mouths off about War Drones--and all the other things that make him cranky.

Mr Mahatma--who is a Mr in real life--lives in the valleys of Southern California with his wife, a herd of Dears, and an impressive collection of books. Pnorny!
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Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Slow Recovery
Still recovering from Thanksgiving. Had a good feast but the Holiday bombardment seemed to start at 12:01 Friday morning. By 12:02 I was officially sick of the Holidays, sick of the music, sick of the crowds, sick of the marketing, hype, and religion. Note to retailers: It's OK to play non-Christmas music after Thanksgiving and before Christmas. Shoot, you might even see the return of some non-Christian customers. Because that's what the Holidays are all about: Consumerism, profit-margin, increasing personal debt. Buy, buy, buy to bury the depression of working the Daily Grind. Watch the DVD sets on a widescreen HDTV and barricade yourself against what's happening outside. There's no death and deception in Iraq when Seinfeld is on. There's no political and corporate mischief when Elf has us rolling and rollicking. It used to be places like Disneyland would serve as the temporary respite from the daily idiocy but now we can veg out at home. How long before the Matrix becomes reality...where at birth the plug is implanted. Education, shopping, and work would all be done at home. Income and outcome would be automatic. Big Brother would be warm and fuzzy as long as you behave...

So behave or Santa won't bring you that DVD you so desperately need.

9:29 AM

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