Put on Buble Christmas Full Delux Special Edition Yule Log :). Why so short name for album, I don’t know. I feel like there are many important words missing. With capital letters. Exceptional. Evergreen. Unreal. Forever. Words like that. I think I should make my own Xmas album. With a tad of Tom Waits design or some other rebel like …. Or sing them songs in a rythm n blues. Sleep in heavenly peace. Or metal. Rammstein edition, back to school. German was my fourth language that I started to learn in school when I was 10, so I actually know the German lyrics of some Xmas songs. Xmas was in general ferbooooooten here under soviet occupation. So the moment we became free all colourful and shiny things were a big hit, including Xmas. To some extent ofcourse, because we were (and in fact still are) poor as fuck.

I will have blue, blue Xmas, without you

I will be so blue, just thinking about you 

Anyways, I hope you know that Xmas were hijacked from Scandinavia and originally it had nothing to do with no Jesus or any fairytale stuff like that. This all was taken over in an attempt to force christianity to nordic people. Originally nordic people celebrated winter solstice. Brought in evergreen trees, decorated the trees with apples, thatched ornaments, colourful ribbons. Celebrated breaking the backbone of winter, from now on the days started to be longer. Well, also the more – or – less – 4 – months – lasting night started to be a tad lighter. 

Germans tried to take over us, most probably killed our leaders, hijacked our tree traditions and declared it Xmas tree. And added some crap about magic man who has identity crisis while could not sort out if he is a son, father or holy ghost. The same one in crisis also turns out to be a vampire of sorts. I mean, to die for someone in the future and then stay to haunt in erect buildings. Threatening and promising at once. One shall not kill. But you are forgiven already by this guy with his identity crisis. So go on, kill. One shall not fuck neighbours wife. But you go on, gangbang her. Take them women to the hills and rape them all. Then kill your sons. Rape your mother. No she is not your mother, she is a slut who was sleeping around. Aah, thats not your mother. You are holy ghost. Kill all people because they are filthy and useless. Goats are more worthy! Just because you have a voice in your head telling you so. You are forgiven anyways, so just have a blast. And when your life sucks most, this very same threatening and promising – identity – crisis – guy wakes up to eat some eggs. I mean in April. Bastard. Can’t decide to remain dead or sleepwalk, or deadwalk? I mean, what did them loonies smoke in the Sinai desert? Or was it mushrooms? Think there are no mushrooms in desert…. Somebody must have drugged them wanderers as no sane person can come up with fairytale book like that. 

In this level of lunacy only a few writers have been able to write. For instance Orwell or Kafka or Tove Jansson. I mean their books actually make more sense than this “holy” crap…. Moomin author was said to have been drunk most of her life. Well, I can see that. Sadly she died (not passed away, because there is no afterlife 🙂 ) few decades ago. Moomin are so famous people actually think they are Japanese as they are very hip there. I grew up with Moomin and with Nils Holgersson cartoons. I always admired these non-violent non-russian cartoons. Maybe some of the admiration was added due to the fact that they were sort of forbidden. Anything western was forbidden. Starting with fizzy drinks, bubble gum, jeans, films, music, and ending with news. God forbid one would have contact with relatives in Canada!!! They betrayed Soviet union and escaped. Ran away to Sweden mainly because they are the closest to us…. and from Sweden further to USA, Canada, and as far as Australia. They were real terrorists and should be avoided at any cost. Nobody could leave. All postcards, letters, packages (which 99% never made it to their destination!) were opened by KGB, read, censored, usually destroyed and never seen by the poor people stuck in here. My aunt had someone in Canada, Toronto. In 90’s when we became free once again we found out they had been sending us packages with socks, jeans, make up, coffee, silky tights (true commodity!) and candy every few months. We never got any.  

I must finish for today, it’s way past midnight and commoners have to work during daytime. So, any typos or errors, again, I apologise.

Stay warm and cool,

There is crack in everything.

That’s how the light gets in.

Care to come through that crack, JD, let me know. No convertible tho this time of the year!