Thrasymachus blog post

notta big fan

When one's family is nothing but tragedy, the holidays are nothing but a source of the sort of pain that makes it no wonder 'tis the season with the highest suicide rate. I'm also against dishonesty and find it odd we teach children to have faith in a Santa lie on this particular day, without too much thought to larger adult parallels of playing make-believe with faith in our lies. The idea of mating our retail economy's yearly savior with the birth of Christ is appalling, and I'm not even sort of a Christian (but I use reason well, and I know right from wrong). I'm looking forward to surviving this dark hypocritical season and spanning time in 2019. To all you lovers of Christmas, well, enjoy what you have and have a Merry Christmas.