Ok, MeFi has once again delivered. Link to a beautiful, all over the place rant against American style Christmas and everything that the Bush regime represents, including Foxville (so does this mean that in Foxville 2005 the Grinch is played by Karl Rove or Dick Cheney?)

Christians just stole a bunch of traditions from other cultures, slapped them together, stuck a fucking tinfoil star on top and called it the Most Important Holiday of the Year. Modern American Christmas makes Michael Jackson look positively organic.

The amount that the F-word is used in this entertaining rant is almost, but it is not used quite as much as the "gentlemen" in O'Brien's last Friday evening. I went to O'Briens to buy some cheap wine to mull for our class Christmas party, when two fellows at the beer cooler were in a barage of "Fuckin, fuck, fuck". I don't think there were any other words used, just lots of F's.

They queued up behind me in line and dropped their case of Budeweiser. More profanity. More invectives, all of the F variety. The gentlemen in question had the particular working class accent that was so indecipherable that it could have been north Dublin, west Glasgow, Southie (in Boston) or Brisbane. Really, I had no idea except the use of the F-bomb for every 3 words to 1 one non-F word.

As the F's subsided from the dropping of the Budeweiser (hello! It is Ireland, why is the whole beer cooler in every off-license filled with cheap, American shite???), I turned and said, "Hmmm, do you want to replace that case with another so it won't blow up in your face when you open it?"

F-ing Gentlemen #1: "Feckin, feck, feck, We'll fecking poke a feckin hole in the feckin can and feckin suck it fecking out."

Brain translates thick accent and all the adjectival, adverbal and verbal uses of the F word, "Oh, well have a nice night."

F-ing Gentlemen #2, who is now over at the wine tasting area bothering a cute blonde who works at Obriens, "FFFFFFFWhassszzzFFFFyerFFFFproblemFFFFtalktoFFFmeFFFWhazzFFFyerFFFthinkinFFFyerFFFFtooFFF" at this point he grabs a 60 Euro bottle of Bordeaux and sticks in down his pants, "FFFgoodFFFferFFFmeFFFC***nt?? FeckinGettheFeckin wine..."

It was 4:30pm in the afternoon...

The bigger question is Michael Jackson even organic any more, let alone human?