I fear for MH. And also for my son, K. Something happens to men on this day. And yes, despite my lifelong battle against gender stereotypes, I must declare that it seems to be a Guy Thing © .
I have it on good authority  that on the day after Thanksgiving men become subject to an alien spacecraft which hovers over North America, determined to wreak holiday havoc. Any adult male biped homeowner residing in the suburbs who steps outside of his home is subject to the thought control beam emanating from that invisible, insidious spaceship.
Truly, it is a wretched sight to behold: the oblivious male homeowner’s arms slowly elevate until they are parallel to the earth and he begins to move in a Frankenstein-ian lurch toward his stash in the attic and/or garage, all the while robotically murmuring,
Must. Put. Up. Lights. On. House.
Klaatu barada nikto…I hear and I obey.
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Department Of You Know I’m Right
If you can’t fix it with this
Which is not to be confused with this
then it’s probably not worth fixing.
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Department of But Wait – There’s More!
Remember last week’s rant well-reasoned if bemused commentary about the TMI  – ness of the LGBT acronym? On Monday I discovered this Special Specification ® , posted online in a call for submissions from a literary journal:
Adipose Crustacean Quarterly  will celebrate QPOC (queer people of color) voices
in a special issue outside of our regular publication schedule!
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‘Tis the Fucking Season
Americans who wail about the imaginary “persecution of Christians” – I want to shine my flashlight in their right ears to see how long it takes for the beam to come out of the left. The holiday season really brings it out, and their ignorant mewling becomes even more strident and annoying from now through New Year’s.
Attention, crybabies Christians: not getting everything your way every day, on every issue does not constitute a war against you. People acknowledging the fact that in the Northern Hemisphere there are about bazillion cultural observances that regularly and/or periodically occur between the Autumnal Equinox and the Winter Solstice and New Year,  and thus using Happy Holidays! as a respectful, inclusive and appropriate greeting – no war there.
All together now: not being able to discriminate against other people does not equal a war on your beliefs.
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May you discover your very own special acronym;
may you escape the clutches of invisible alien beams;
may you be free from imaginary wars and filled with authentic peace…
and may the hijinks ensue.
Thanks for stopping by. Au Vendredi!
 That would be my devious imagination.
 Too many initials
 Not the magazine’s real name. Dang, eh?
 Including Saturnalia, Boxing Day, Hanukkah, Diwali, El Dia de los Muertos, and Kwanza, Solstice, Ramadan, Yule, Watch Night, Eid al-Fitr, Saint Nicholas Day, Bodhi Day, Chinese/Lunar New Year,Fiesta of Our Lady of Guadalupe, St. Lucia Day, Pancha Ganapati, All Saints Day, Sadeh, Guy Fawkes Day….