Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Merry Christmas To My Terrorist Friends

The Candy Cane of Death®

Been busier than a three-peckered billy goat in an ass-kickin' contest...or something like that...but I wanted to wish you all a Merry Christmas in spite of everything.

I'm REALLY not feeling it this year, and I find as I get older I feel it less and less.

I wonder why?

It's good I have my children and their friends around, though.  

Their young, bright, shining, smiling, hopeful, happy faces (the poor dumb bastards) help to keep me outta the doldrums.

Anyhoo...here are a few popular favorite images from Christmases past to liven things up a bit around here.

Satanic, demon-possessed gingerbread warrior, equipped with candy cane sword and cinnamon roll shield, prepares to open up a 55 gallon drum of whup-ass on Nazi storm troopers.  Artwork done many years ago by my son Willie.  It hangs on our Christmas tree!

My siblings and I at Santa Claus Land, late 1960s...

My kids at the same place 40 years later...


  1. Yup, Merry Christmas, you grumpy bastage, oh and a happy New Year, because you might not post till next year........ ;)

  2. Merry Christmas Z Man.

    Miss Violet

  3. Merry Christmas, Zoomie. Peace. ;)

  4. Yeah, we didn't even put up a tree this year.


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