Our child told us yesterday that along with the Christmas carols the children have been singing at school was the distinctly Christian Jesus loves me this I know song.
In response, I taught him how to play the Devil's Third just as Black Sabbath played in their namesake song.
He is playing it as I write this.
His mother is not too crazy about it, saying the sound causes her some anxiousness but there is no repealing the knowledge now.
I am thinking to let him take my ram's skull to show-and-tell after I paint a black pentagram on it.
OK, I exaggerate, but I think the point is clear.
I know it's apparently impossible (at least in America) to separate Jesus from the reason for the season - that's partly why I so thoroughly despise the Christmas season.
I don't even remotely believe in their god & I have no desire to celebrate shit I don't believe in. The craven consumerism is particularly repulsive to me so intrinsically coupled with the celebration of their saviour.
It's not that I would want to stop anyone else from celebrating it - I really don't care what other people believe in or why they party.
It's when their beliefs are inflicted on me that I get angry & nasty.
For anyone to presume to foist any of their fucked up sense of religion or morality on my child is a tooth and nails fighting offense.
Goddamnit. Look how casually we turn our childrens' minds into battlegrounds.
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