Is there no "War on Christmas" thread? Damn, that could have been a great flame war.
Oh, well.
This is probably more appropriate here, anyway.
Egos drone, and pose alone, like black balloons all banged and blown.
On a backwards river, infidels shiver in the stench of belief.
And tell my mama I'm a hundred years late. I'm over the rails, and out of the race.
The crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw are ringing in my ears.
-Beck