A Christmas Without Gifts?

 

 

 

A Christmas without gifts?
Would it really be so bad?
Has anyone ever died
because they missed a TV ad?

Every goddamn year,
people fight over ‘smart TVs’
and camp out at a store
like trained chimpanzees.

Into the store you go.
You do exactly as you’re told.
On Monday, hit the keyboard,
and yet, another diamond sold.

What holiday is this?
Did you miss the memo too?
What happened to peace and love?
You’ve turned this earth into a zoo!

Fights broke out here!
There’s shooting over there!
You stomp each other every year
trying to buy some Tupperware!

So, you’ve got your shopping done.
For those gifts, yes you did brawl.
You found everything you need,
but was Jesus at the mall?

Now, sing your songs about his birth.
Oh, what joy it brings!
You hocked your ass to death
for all those stupid things!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2017 Shelby I. Courtland

Today, I was asked if I had my Christmas shopping done. The question was posed by a stranger, someone who obviously did not know me. And I answered, “No one is getting a damn thing from me! They never do!” And I was quite surprised when the lady stated that she was of the same mindset and that she had ditched that shopping madness shit years ago. I told her, “Good for her!” There were others around and we had a lively conversation about this. Here in my neck of the woods, there weren’t many long lines snaking around stores waiting for them to open. Many people are as fed up with this spoon fed shop ’til you drop shit as I am and here I thought I was out in left field all by my lonesome in my views of what the ‘celebration’ is supposed to be about.

Long before Christmas even rolls around, even before Thanksgiving, we are bombarded with advertisements to spend, spend, spend money that we don’t even have but because deep discounts are touted, we are made to feel that if we don’t hock something at least, to buy that too good to miss TV deal that we are just slackers. There is never even time to sit down at a table to try and be thankful that we are alive on Thanksgiving Day because before that day and even during that day, we are told to go out and shop. We are told to buy a turkey with all the trimmings and then get right up, head out the door and make sure that we keep shareholders of corporations in the black while our financial situation is in the red.

There are many people who are living paycheck to paycheck and who can barely keep a roof over their head and with their paychecks not keeping up with inflation; the high cost of living, they are still expected to pull money out of their ass to buy gifts. What in the world could you possibly need since you go through this mess every single year? How many TVs and Keurig coffee makers, microwave ovens, vacuum cleaners, SUVs and the list is endless do you really need?

The next time you are out driving around, visit a landfill just to get some idea of what we use and then throw away. What will it take to get you to realize that those boxes, Styrofoam, plastic and associated items to keep that coffee maker secure inside that box are filling up landfills everywhere, not to mention, the toxins that come from those products are seeping into our groundwater and we are drinking them every single day. You don’t ever wonder at the price we pay for our headlong rush to get some great deals, but it will all soon come back to bite us on the ass. If you really cared for your children and your grandchildren, you would sit them down and explain to them why you are not getting them something that they’ll play with for a few minutes and then toss to the side. You would explain to them that their very lives depend on you not shopping for yet another doll, another video game, another toy and another and another.

At least I can be thankful that some people are finally waking up and realizing that they have been nothing more than mindless shopping drones who have been programmed to spend too much money to enable shareholders to happily deposit their dividend checks and to enable CEOs of corporations to buy yet another island paradise with that bonus check thanks to overzealous shopping habits because of commercials insisting that you spend yourself to death.

A Christmas without gifts? Would it really be so bad?

On Thanksgiving….

 

I want to thank the Indians for giving up their land, willingly, so that I can sit down and enjoy a nice, plump turkey that was bred solely to be butchered, shipped to a grocery store near me and stuffed and cooked so that myself and those I adore can sit down to Thanksgiving dinner and enjoy the dead turkey, the cranberry sauce, the green bean casserole, the mashed potatoes, the rolls and for dessert, some delicious pumpkin or sweet potato pie. We are going to wine and dine and sit back and have our pictures taken and what a Norman Rockwell version of Thanksgiving that will be.

To hell with those lies!

On Thursday, November 23rd, I shall not recognize a holiday mired in hypocrisy, torture, murder, thievery and the list is endless. I will not stand in line at an airport anxiously waiting to board a flight and head to a city filled with people I despise. I will not ‘celebrate’ what the white man has shit on and to this day, continues to shit on the Indigenous peoples of this land. As bad as Black folks have it, Indians have it far worse and, no indeed, I will not participate in this fucked up farce called, a holiday. This is no goddamn holiday! This is a travesty; a murderous atrocity! Only a nation filled with ignorant degenerates can turn something so vile, obscene and foul into a ‘holiday’. Only people with no heart or soul or conscience can sit somewhere and get enjoyment on a day that has been set aside to celebrate killing people and stealing their land; rejoicing on the very graves of those who were murdered so that we can sit somewhere and gorge ourselves in our well-heated homes and claim that we are thankful, but if we were really thankful, we would be demanding that the government do more to relieve the plight of those few Indians who are left; who are living in abject hell and who are dying in the most horrible way possible while we pretend that what happened to them wasn’t real.

Because the whites gloss over everything they do that is disgusting, vicious and hateful; the ugliness that they paint with a hypocritical brush of thankfulness and goodwill, we take that shit up and we run with it knowing full well that we are complicit in ignoring what actually happened between the so-called pilgrims and the Indians. You know very well that there was no nice, warm and cozy Thanksgiving going on between the pilgrims and the Indians; you know this. And yet, there you sit on your sanctimonious, fat American ass salivating over a dead turkey and all the trimmings while secretly hoping this celebration of thankfulness will be over by 6pm when Wal-Mart opens and out the door you go to engage in your pre-Black Friday madness shopping. Not even for one whole day can you give up your lust for all things material; shit that only Americans lust for, will break each others necks for. You ugly ass Americans are so damn ugly, your faces should refuse to reflect it in a damn mirror. It shouldn’t just crack. It should refuse to even display the loathsome creature that’s staring into it.

I will always hate this time of year because I am bombarded not with the truth, but with advertisements of how many discounted items I can shop for and where. I am not bombarded with images of entire tribes of Indians wiped out; massacred, slaughtered, oh no! Never that! I am to finger my way through an ad touting deep discounts on TVs, smartphones, smartphone plans, new SUVs, bigger washing machines and dryers, robotic vacuum cleaners; everything that a plastic card can buy and so hop to it. No, I will not hop to it! Because I am not just some brain dead shopping drone who can’t think for herself. I am well aware of what went down between the pilgrims and the Indians and there ain’t a goddamn thing to celebrate! I refuse to celebrate pure and unadulterated capitalism; a culture of consumerism where most everything we buy was made in sweat shops and factories in foreign lands producing industrial pollution by the metric ton so that we can talk shit about how thankful we are while a group of people who were here first are all but wiped out! But we are fucking going shopping while also spouting useless rhetoric about our concern over global warming; climate change when if we were still living like the Indians were, none of this would have come about!

The Indians are living like shit! Entire tribes were wiped out! The children of many Indians were taken from them and indoctrinated into the white mans ways. They were discouraged from speaking their native tongue, were discouraged in continuing in their ‘heathen’ ways as determined by the white man who could not be more of a heathen if he tried. You despicable white shits to this very day are just as vicious, cold and snakelike as those who are the reason your filthy asses exist.

But did you depraved abominations stop there? Oh hell no! You’re never quite finished fucking up people or their land, are you? No, indeed! You were just getting started with the Indians. After you had either outright killed the Indians or subdued them on reservations, it was time to build up this stolen land and lo and behold, that’s where my Black ass comes into it. Those who were dragged over here kicking and screaming in the holds of stinking cargo ships are the reason I sit here and write this. They also give me reason to hate your ass with a hatred so intense, I look as though fire is trying to escape from beneath my skin. I have no need to wonder why I am often red in the goddamn face. It is because every single time I see one of you worms, I wish that you would almost instantly drop dead, but writhe and moan in sheer torment first!

Everyone over here in America, Caucasoid cocksuckers, has every reason in the world to hate your filthy guts and believe me, many of us do! And I will not ‘celebrate’ your stinking hypocrisy; your continued genocide of entire ethnic groups including mine and like I always say, “Come on up in here with some goddamn ‘love all people’ shit and I will be more than happy to mop the goddamn cyber floor with your depraved white ass!” Every single time I hear of a mass shooting of whites by another white assed motherfucker, I laugh because there you just go on and on about “Black on Black” crime when why worry about us when your own kind is now filling your asses with bullets and they are all deemed, crazy. How can you be crazy? You are the very ones who have determined that all other groups are crazy and ‘for their own good’ of course, you’ve got them lining up to receive your poisoned psych pills, but who is running rampant over here killing children and anyone in sight for the sheer joy of it? Why you white terrorists, that’s who. Oh, but that’s what makes you think you’re filled with ‘supremacy’, right? Because you can amass a shitload of guns and get to shooting wherever and whenever you please? Go ahead! Because karma is a bitch and all that killing that you have engaged in, the world over, is coming home to bite you in the ass. Yes, indeed white folks, enjoy your Thanksgiving because some white mass murdering terrorist just might make it your last!

Now Repeat After Me! “Black Lives Matter!” Once Again, “Black Lives Matter!” Now, Get Real!

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Black lives matter!
Keep telling yourself that lie
and that it’s just a matter of time
 before you get your piece of the pie.

Black lives matter!
 Blacks are why the morgues are full.
 and why the jails are overcrowded.
That Black lives matter shit is bull!

Black lives matter!
It’s why you’re holding up a sign
because Freddie Gray is dead.
They broke that Black man’s spine.

Black lives matter!
This is what you must make known.
You want them to understand
that you can’t help your Black skin tone.

Black lives matter!
But how can you be so sure?
 It would seem that Black must be a disease.
And that death is the only cure.

 

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

 

Yes indeed, Black lives matter!

Over 2.3 million men in America are in prison — about half for drug crimes. Seventy percent of all men imprisoned are black or Hispanic. Thirty years ago, before the “War on Drugs” was implemented, there were only 300,000 people in the American prison system.

Yes indeed, Black lives matter!

Homelessness has become an especially serious problem in the African-American community, with Blacks making up half of the nation’s homeless community, according to a report by the U.S. Conference of Mayors.

According to the National Coalition for the Homeless, African-Americans disproportionately represent 47 percent of homeless people, although they make up only 12 percent of the general population.

Yes indeed, Black lives matter!

You really can get pulled over for driving while black, federal statistics show

A black driver is about 31 percent more likely to be pulled over than a white driver, or about 23 percent more likely than a Hispanic driver. “Driving while black” is, indeed, a measurable phenomenon.

Yes indeed, Black lives matter!

The ACLU is committed to challenging the “school-to-prison pipeline,” a disturbing national trend wherein children are funneled out of public schools and into the juvenile and criminal justice systems. Many of these children have learning disabilities or histories of poverty, abuse, or neglect, and would benefit from additional educational and counseling services. Instead, they are isolated, punished, and pushed out.

“Zero-tolerance” policies criminalize minor infractions of school rules, while cops in schools lead to students being criminalized for behavior that should be handled inside the school. Students of color are especially vulnerable to push-out trends and the discriminatory application of discipline.

So, as you can clearly see, Black lives matter! BLACK LIVES MATTER, keep up the good work, #Blacklivesmatter! Because whatever you’re doing, it is crystal clear that it IS working! Hell! Where do I sign up????!!!!!

Now, here is another reason to join #BLACKLIVESMATTER!

Minn. cop fatally shoots black man during traffic stop, aftermath broadcast on Facebook

A Minnesota traffic stop turned deadly Wednesday evening when a police officer opened fire on a black driver and killed him — less than 48 hours after another fatal police shooting in Louisiana.

Philando Castile, 32, died at a Minneapolis hospital.

Word is that he died because of a broken taillight, but the reality is he died because BLACKLIVESMATTER at the morgue! Just ask the coroner in every shitty ass city in this shithole!

Philando Castile is dead, not because his vehicle’s taillight was out, Philando Castile is dead because he was “driving while Black” and that is against the law as is every goddamn thing a Black person does in bloody ass racist AmeriKKKa!

Once AGAIN!, for the motherfuckers that are slow or otherwise, dumb as all hell, Black folks would not be in AmeriKKKa if your ancestors hadn’t been some lazy ass motherfuckers who had NO goddamn work ethic whatsoever who produced the very same in you because if you were any different from your slave owning ancestors, would we continue to see this shit play out? Yeah! Look in the mirror and answer that question! I dare you!

And just how many of us Black folks were out looking at fireworks on the 4th of July? Raise your hands. My hand is raised because that is exactly what the fuck I was doing. Was I standing in the middle of the street with my lame ass, dusty ass, fifty year old protest sign just getting arrested and some mo shit for blocking traffic every single damn time bail is posted? Fuck no! I was too busy enjoying the fireworks and when I’m not enjoying the fireworks, I’m out pumping gas into my car and aiding and abetting oil wars in the Middle East. I am sitting up in a movie theater watching “Independence Day Part 62” and some more shit! I am out there doing my part to make sure that I am part of the problem, not part of the solution.

I refuse to get up off my ass and fuck shit up! I refuse to even attempt to make a difference in the lives of those who look like me that’s getting planted, daily! I refuse to do anything but pen some goddamn kindergarten poetry and then I get up and out the door to pursue my pleasure, I go.  I am out shopping for clothes for road trips and shit! I am cussing and carrying on when someone parks their vehicle too close to mine but do I cuss and carry on out in the middle of the street over KKKop killings of those who look like me? Fuck no! I am apathetic and complacent over THAT shit! What’s that got to do with me? I ain’t been pulled over. Not yet! But I sure as hell expect someone to moan and wring their hands and gnash their teeth when I get pulled over and shot for having a broken taillight, but quite actually, I would have gotten pulled over for “driving while Black!”

Goddamn it! Ain’t we just having fun? Poor, poor Alton Sterling, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. And poor, poor Philando Castile, same goes for him; wrong place, wrong time. And Freddie Gray? Same thing! Sandra Bland? Yep! Tamir Rice? Indeed! We had ALL better hope that we ain’t never at the wrong place at the wrong time, ’cause the party WILL be over! No fireworks, no movies, no shopping, no  champagne brunches; none of that shit! Yeah! Life is good, ’til it ain’t! 

While You Live A Life Of Privilege…

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While you sleep the sleep of the dead,
a child in Africa has no bed.

While you buy your Starbucks coffee,
a mother in Gaza holds her child’s dead body.

While you tweet about Miley’s twerk,
a stressed out soldier just went berserk.

While you gas up the SUV,
fuel tanks burn in Tripoli.

While you head to lunch at noon,
the CIA trains another goon.

While you shop with your credit card,
in Iraq, live the battle scarred.

While you take your dog for a walk,
at a homeless vet, you merely gawk.

While you live a life of privilege,
your whole world is a distorted image.

While you shy away from life,
into our world, evil twists the knife.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

You Don’t Give A Damn About Your Grandkids!

Now take your damn foot out your lying mouth! A 'better' world, indeed! Shelve THAT shit!
Now take your damn foot out your lying mouth! A ‘better’ world, indeed! Shelve THAT shit!

“I want to leave a better world for MY grandkids!” No, you don’t. Because if you did, you could not look your grandkids in the face knowing all the while that you have contributed in many ways to the irreparable damage that is being done to their home, the earth. That which sustains us.

How many of us even glance up when we hear about ‘fracking’ or hydraulic fracturing? How many of us have actually went to a fracking site to act as a human shield until we’re hauled off? Can you just imagine what it would look like if every person who had ever uttered that phrase, “I want to leave a better world for MY grandkids,” actually showed up? Oh, yes! We are SO good at talking the talk, but when it comes down to doing a damn thing about actually trying to leave this godforsaken planet better off for our grandkids, we simply get into our SUVs and head to the mall to buy more useless plastic that we know is detrimental to the health of this planet, but we do it anyway.

Another new mantra, “go green!” And yet, we head to the gas station nevertheless. We crank up the heat and the AC because by doing so, we’re leaving a better world for our grandkids.

“I want to leave a better world for MY grandkids, honey!” Off to shop for the grandkids. Oh, they just need so much. They need a new toy, new clothes, new shoes, new cellphones, new tablets, new this and new that and we don’t even stop to consider that for everything we purchase, there is more than just the purchase price you pay. Some part of this planet is fucked up every time a purchase is rung up. When you hand over that plastic card, this planet suffered for it. Our health suffered for it. Your grandkids health suffered for it and you don’t really give a damn. Your useless platitudes don’t matter. Every time you turn a light on, a power plant has to make sure that power flows to your home because if it doesn’t, you are going to piss and moan about how you pay for service and by all the christians in hell, they’d better turn your shit on, quick fast and in a hurry or you’ll rain down hell fire and brimstone on their ass because you’re leaving a better world for YOUR grandkids, remember?

Who the fuck do you think you’re fooling with that shit you spout about leaving a better world? You’re not even fooling yourself because deep down, you know that once they plant your ass, that’s it, the grandkids can just fend for themselves. The only reason you spout that nonsense is to join in and ‘chorus’ with those who are just like you, the pretenders. Those who pretend to give a damn, but only up to a certain point. The point being when if it inconveniences you in any way, then to hell with the planet and the grandkids, but you’ve got to talk the talk as long as likeminded shits are standing around holding court with you.

Let us not forget that you really showed those grandkids how much you wanted to leave them a better world when they got everything that money could buy for Christmas and you strutted around like a peacock, all full of yourself because you made your grandkids smile when they came over and saw the piles of earth destroying junk underneath a tree that was dug up to accommodate your festive holiday spirit. Never mind that trees supply us with oxygen so that we can take our next breath. And now that tree is lying up against the curb, waiting to get picked up by bulk trash pick-up. How convenient. Much, much too convenient. Because that’s part of the problem. We’ve got too many conveniences and they’ve made us fat, lazy, complacent and apathetic, but we still intend on leaving a better world for our grandkids. We just haven’t gotten around to actually doing anything about it yet and the sad fact is that we never will!

“A mature leafy tree produces as much oxygen in a season as 10 people inhale in a year.” Here are some other quoted figures regarding the amount of oxygen produced by a tree:
“A single mature tree can absorb carbon dioxide at a rate of 48 lbs./year and release enough oxygen back into the atmosphere to support 2 human beings.”

“One acre of trees annually consumes the amount of carbon dioxide equivalent to that produced by driving an average car for 26,000 miles. That same acre of trees also produces enough oxygen for 18 people to breathe for a year.”

http://chemistry.about.com/od/environmentalchemistry/f/oxygen-produced-by-trees.htm

If we start to produce more carbon dioxide than the trees can take in and in turn, produce oxygen, what do you think will happen to that “better world,” you intend to leave for YOUR grandkids? You want new hardwood floors or do you want your grandkids to breathe? Right! You want new hardwood floors! Naturally!

The Truth Just Gets Ignored

"My guess is that they heard that 'Jesus' was inside! Nah! It's NOT all about HIM!"
“My guess is that they heard that ‘Jesus’ was inside! Nah! It’s NOT all about HIM!”

My bed is in a manger,
to the cold, I am no stranger.

I’m the shivering, aching poor,
a ‘thing’ that you deplore.

I am in good company.
You see, Jesus died for me.

He was poor and homeless too.
Didn’t he also die for you?

The truth just gets ignored,
while you buy the things you hoard.

At the mall, did you find a soul?
I doubt that was your goal.

With credit card in hand,
the world’s at your command.

You’ve got the means to buy,
all that glitters to catch your eye.

But what you need the most
is not on what you’ve overdosed.

The things that money cannot buy
and what merchants can’t supply,
is the essence of humanity
and love expressed, unconditionally.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

As the shopping season wraps up, people have no idea why we even celebrate this so-called ‘holiday’. When will you hoard what is important? When will you stand in lines that snake around the homeless, demanding housing? When will you trample on bullshit laws that are passed to take away our human rights? When will you stampede the offices of legislators who craft bills to harm the poorest of the poor? When will you stop selling your soul for all that a plastic card can buy? What do you do with all of the shit that you scream over and grab for in stores every single Christmas? Where is all of the shit that you bought last year? In your basement? In your closet? In your garage? Collecting dust? And so you need more worthless, fake shit to impress who or whom? Me? Your neighbor? Yourself? If you are a ‘christian’ is Jesus impressed? Never mind, I am talking to myself as you’re still at the mall buying last minute impressions.

Wigs knocked off, ass hanging out! That’s what it’s ALL about! This IS the ‘essence of humanity’!

Target Shoppers, I Tried To Warn You!

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http://www.nbcnews.com/technology/massive-target-credit-card-breach-new-step-security-war-hackers-2D11778083

It looks like hackers hit the bulls-eye with the recent unprecedented hack of Target credit and debit card information.

Not only was the digital heist huge — up to 40 million consumers might have had their data stolen — but the degree of difficulty indicates another step in the security arms race between criminals and merchants.

The hack affected customers who shopped at U.S. Target retail stores between Black Friday, Nov. 27, and Dec. 15

I told you that those huge HDTVs would still be there in January. You didn’t need all that shit you went out and got slapped, head-butted and kicked over and you thought that that was all you had to worry about. Turns out you were so wrong. Now over 40 million shopping fools have had their credit and debit card information stolen and now they are WHINING because they cannot get through to complain to Target. What do YOU want Target to do? What can they do? You bought into the Black Friday Madness bullshit! You bought into the “let’s have a cashless society” bullshit and now you’re WHINING about the choices that you made. You chose to go out on Black Friday and beyond to indulge in what has now become the NEW and unimproved version of ‘Christmas’. You didn’t think that with the touting of spend, spend, spend until your credit card drops bullshit and then spend some more, that it wouldn’t get the ears and eyes of HACKERS???!!! They wanna buy stuff too, ya know! If you weren’t still snoozing off tryptophan, why should they? The hackers got the Black Friday Madness shoppers by the balls credit cards. HA!!

If you just had to go out and buy a new smartphone, discounted, 50%, ya should’a took C-A-S-H along for the fun! Now, your credit may be adversely affected. You may become a victim of identity theft which could cost you even more penalties in increased interest rates IF you can get another credit card so that you can go out AGAIN for the next Black Friday Madness sale and get hacked AGAIN!!! Please do, you stupid foolish ass, clueless, materialistic drones who do everything you’re told without question. If someone tells you to shop on Black Friday, there ya go! If someone tells you to use your credit/debit card, there ya go. And now that the shit has hit the fan, you want answers. Well…too damn bad! Over 40 million of you want answers and there just ain’t that many folks at Target manning the phone lines because guess what…they’re all at the check-out stations ringing the purchases up of more likeminded asses who are most likely about to join you in whining and complaining that their credit/debit card data has been stolen/hacked. You were not just asking for trouble, you were BEGGING for it and baby you got it!!!

…and this is for the dude with the 50″ inch LCD HDTV, enjoy!, because the headache that you’re gonna get from purchasing that TV is gonna be even bigger than your TV. LMAO!! But to show you guys, ALL 40 million of you that I am in the ‘christmas’ spirit, I am going to leave you with a little pick me up!! Enjoy!!! ROFLMAO!!!!!

You Need Another Plan!

'Firearms sales rise with weapons a popular holiday gift'. "Another example of the charade of 'Christ'mas!
‘Firearms sales rise with weapons a popular holiday gift’.
“Another example of the charade of ‘Christ’mas!

He came, he saw and then he wept.
Jesus bowed his head and then he left.

The sadness struck deep, he’d given his all.
No one ever saw him; they were shopping at the mall.

He is the star of the show, but not in the parade.
Christmas is a farce; an expensive charade.

The birth of the savior was a savior ignored.
Just like the homeless, Jesus is abhorred.

Think not of others, keep doing what you do.
Go to your church and fill up the pew.

God loved the world and he sent his own son,
so that you can go out and purchase a gun?

Shoot your way to heaven, is that your aim?
If you find yourself in hell, who will you blame?

You love God, but you hate a homeless man?
Better do some thinking ‘cause you need another plan.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland