Let me, or don't let me, but I am here to destroy any holidayish emotions.

Holiday is just a reminder that on other days you work. I will not engage into christian religious nonsense this time.

It is all about work. If you ever work, you are a slave. Work is not a virtue. It is what disgraced slaves do. And I love Trump, and I love how he lies about this among other things that he lies about. Like he used to lie (with a secret 😉 ) about viruses and crypto.

Holiday is like a dip in the markets, so you would go back to being a slave even harder the next day.

Every day is a holiday for me. Always has been, always will be. I never work. Never have never will. And I have everything I need. Always have, always will. And nobody ever gave anything to me. I got it and keep it without working. I also keep my health and strength without training, and without salad, for sure. This health/strength thing I did not always have, but thanks to Trump I learnt it.

When a guest comes to me, I make him the best tea, coffee, steak I can. This is not work. This is fun. When I go to somebody as a guest, I expect the same. But often I just get some tea, coffee, salad, made by the work of their slaves. Very disappointing. I hate everything produced by anybody working. Damn all the progress and all the progressives.

All that slavery consists of lions, who believe they are sheep, they can live by thousands in a square mile, eat salad, and that they need to train to stay alive (they call it healthy, but I call it barely breathing). And right, all the time they work rather than just staying warm in the sun.

Oh yeah, now their males also believe they are female.

Define idiocr[acy.

Happy back to work after christmas day!