What is she rambling on now you ask? Hold on. Stay with me.
I started this blog post just before midnight last. In the middle of a rather screechy tone, my fingers were flying across the keyboard wondering about the appearance of Holiday decorations appearing a full week BEFORE Thanksgiving Day.
Then ... crrrash. My DSL went kaphlooey and I was booted right out of the Internet zone. So much for the rant. And a good thing too ... what I wrote was punishable by hanging in a place like Singapore. :o) I even used the word "shit." It was cathartic, anyway. I don't get to say "shit!" very often. It was always one of my favorite curse words but when you have young children all about ... you learn to temper many things. And this morning, I'm glad not to have made the post. Because someone else wrote exactly what I would like to articulate; but, he did it so much better - with wisdom, accuracy, and depth. And he's just a damn fine writer who plays "connect the psyche dots" better than anyone I know. That blog on the subject is here:
http://littledynamo.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-in-november.html
[my jingle rant continues here:]
It started with music. Silver Bells came drifting through the radio.
Silver Bells, Silver Bells, it's Christmastime in the City. Ring A Ling ... hear them ring! Soon it will be Christmas Day.
Ahh ... one of Tink's favorites! I settled all comfy and cozy into the driver's seat and felt more peaceful and at ease in the maddening traffic. ::::screee-awrk:::: HOLD ON. Wait a cotton-pickin' minute! I thought ... it's November 17th! Huh? Then I realized the local City streets already had happy snowflakes and golden garland strung about the lampposts. A full week before Thanksgiving Day! This is bizarre, my little muse cried out.
Then I thought about how "GOOD" it feels when thinking about the "Holiday Spirit" that envelopes most of a Nation. A nation of emotionally ragged, spiritually bankrupt, and often physically bankrupt people. As the tail end of a "cursed year" looms forward ... we are desperate for what I call the "poppy field effect."
The presidential approval ratings were dramatically falling [not for me, as I never approved of him.] Our year has been one of national trauma. Natural disasters. And unnatural disasters [Iraq.] I think people were beginning to slowly awaken, to slowly open the peepers to face a massive denial of how corrupted we have become. And then as happens in nations with leaders who recognize the phenomenon, there is a push to help people get distracted in a pleasant sort of way. Of course - we do it to ourselves too. And maybe that was it. Give ourselves and the Nation something to "make them sleepy" ... to not think about the woeful state of national affairs and the woeful states of our own souls. Poppies! [nah .. poppies won't work! How about garland and lights and carols! By George! That'll do.] So. A national push to put people into the Spirit of Peace, Forgiveness, Love, and Caring again. And the bestest little narcotizer in Texas: SHOPPING! Maybe.
Anyway, I shared my concern for this premature push to the Season of Giving with that fine writer Dynamo. As he notes in a very well done post on the subject ... we live many miles away from each other. But we both had noted the phenom of this Spirit of Desperation. Here is what he wrote. I think it's "spot on" and as is usually the case with a writer of his incisive work, one who challenges our mass narcosis, psychosis, and denial --- he is often derided and worse - ignored. Please read what Dynamo had to voice on the subject if you haven't already done so:
http://littledynamo.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-in-november.html
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