This is off topic, as in it has little to do with games, but it is worthwhile and I feel that it can sit comfortably amongst the philosophical ramblings that this grand site tends to host.

As I wander about my fair city I am reminded, again and a-fucking-gain, that Jesus is the reason for the season. Now this is wrong, as the historical Jesus (if he existed as an individual and wasn't a quasi-fictional composite of allegories and real events) was not born in a manger in Palestine in December but sometime in September. The birthday was changed to steal an existing celebratory period that had been at the end of December, Saturnalia, which was itself a stolen celebration of the pagans which had been stolen from.. well you get the idea.

As a species, we have been celebrating this point of the year for ever and a day. We have merely changed the name, so a few years back I decided to get in on the ground floor and change it again.

So hang the Pancreas shaped ornaments, break out the booze (and then the AA chips) and get ready to evolve some ideas in as humorous manner as possible 'cause it's Hicksmas time.

Yep, December 16th is the birthday of an unwitting and reticent saviour, a man who would shun the title (were he still with us) but that just makes him even more holy. On that day in 1961 William Melvin Hicks was put on this Earth to suffer for our sins and make us laugh while he did it, that is why I celebrate Hicksmas.


So take a heroic dose to celebrate, break out the DVD of Sane Man, get an MP3 of Arizona Bay going, cause it's Hicksmas! Evolve ideas, discuss and dismantle old manners of thought, read the children Bill Hicks stories in the compendium entitled "Barbara Bush's Labia is a Great Balless Scrotum, and other stories".

So, let's follow that pattern of history and follow a man who would hate our reverance, if I can't be a saviour may as well be a Saint.

Saint soul3150, taught the gospel of Hicks, even though he knew better, condemmed for all eternity.

Merry Hicksmas, everyone!