On This Special Day....

...sympathy for the devil.
Look at the cheeky chappy in the photo. Seems to be having a good time, like me with my new stereo and my big bottle of scotch.
We have to be very careful.
If we relax for an instant and take all this religion stuff seriously, there is a danger.
The danger?
The lifeforms that infest the area between understanding and perception that exists in so many people will see things like yesterday's Christmas message, and think that they have finally figured us out.
They will see the usual icons, the commonplace roadsigns indicating a low-risk route to their unsavoury ends, and think that they can proceed to function in their usual, disingenuous way, stifling our ambitions, spirits and lives without our even realising it.
If they can do that without realising it themselves, so much the better for them.
Do they get a kick out of it?
Hell, no.
They get a feeling of affirmation from seeing us reduced to a similar unfeeling, anti-moral state, a state of dazed anaesthetic stupidity, an artificial stupidity that gives the lie to any intellect we may have achieved from time to time.
Sum it up?
Sure. We can work. Even work well. But we better keep it a secret and god help us if we admit to enjoying it.
So next time some pastorised individual starts telling you that unworldliness is a 'good', and you don't contradict him, remember the bum who comes in on a Monday morning and tells you how miserable work is.
They are working together.
And if we can't, don't see over their heads, we won't have anywhere left to work, whether we admit to enjoying it or not.

So remember.
A devil is for life, not just for Christmas.