HoliDAZE

Between Kwanzaa, Chanukkah and Christmas 

(not to mention others ~ at blogging time, 

which is so very short... you understand!)

and the resurgent coronavirus - thanks to its variant 

(check out the 1963 movie Omicron - what a hoot) 

which brings all sorts of restrictions, constraints, 

limitations to your partying abilities/capacities 

and probable curfews, containment/lockdowns 

in your near future (within those famed 12 Days 

of Christmas anyhow ~ rest assured...!) 

what can you folks possibly be celebrating... hmm? 

I'll tell you what you can celebrate! 

THOU SHALL CELEBRATE... 

THE BIRTH OF HOPE INCARNATE! 

EMBODIED IN THE FORM OF A CHILD 

~ BORN FROM A VIRGIN ~ 

WHETHER YOU BELIEVE IT OR NOT! 

A Virgin, Immaculate Conception 

that had been foretold... foreshadowed... 

many times over, yes ~ but only once 

was it TRUE and an accomplished MIRACLE 

~ 2000 years ago (...) with this baby ~ 

+++ The Christ +++ 

And though it is hard to be "merry" now 

(for some... for a lot of us, verily) 

it is more difficult to become joyful 

in these pandemic conditions; 

with all the economic woes that are prevalent, 

the situation in the world getting worse, 

rather than better... Rumors of war, 

apparent fulfillment of apocalyptic prophecy 

gloom and doom, every single day 

as environmental concerns grow chaotic, 

society equally so, up to a point of no return perhaps, 

strife everywhere one can scrutinize... 

It becomes, paradoxically, easy to get lost in the DAZE; 

forget it all, in total and complete *blaséness* 

aloofness... carelessness. 

Do as the corporate entities do; thinking only of 

the now, the profit, the gain... 

Not of tomorrow - much less of the everafter. 

Because the DAZE is a bout cheer, gifts, parties. 

RIGHT? 

It is what they sell to you - what they sing: 

AND AS ABBA SANG IT, most especially... 

(bravo for the comeback, 40 years later, by the way!) 

for those who do not embrace the true spirit of Christmas 

and would rather persevere with the secular one...

REMEMBER THIS SAINTLY MESSAGE THEN: 

I'll translate that, for ya: 

REMEMBER THAT ALL THE BAD THAT YOU DO 

STAYS WITH YOU!!! 

Remember that in 2022! 

Argh.

 As if the present pandemic times we live in were not complicated enough... 

Imagine that: the inane secretary of some quack is given the task to send you thy precious receipts (though they call them "forms" - even though they are clearly not, have to be joined to a proper form in order to claim a portion -not all; never all- of the sum incurred in the obtaining of, quite frankly, inadequate services to begin with... AND one has to type up all the vital information beforehand anyway, as the insurance company at the other hand of this distasteful process is not any more compliant with thee - but you, ahh, you have got to be it: compliant... always and in all ways! But that's another story...) 

Alas... the inane secretary (who doesn't even remotely look like Maggie G... whatshername) messes up - big time. 

Not only does she NOT send you one of those precious "forms" there - at all... She sends you another one - THREE TIMES OVER instead! And then, upon downloading them and trying to upload them onto thy CLAIM there, thy dear insurer notifies you (immediately - at least that was fast) that all of these "forms" hybrid misbegotten mutant receipts are deemed UNWORTHY by their sacrosanct anti-virus protector - they're potentially contaminated and hazardous to thy dearest INSURANCE COMPANY'S WEBSITE... YIKES!!! Thus, simply put, they are unusable. 

One is given, then, two choices: 

either ask the dumb secretary for a re-issue of those things (impossible - as she, the quack and all of their wretched entourage are found to be ON HOLIDAY LEAVE... ON VACATION! Totally undeserved one would think - but, yeah; everybody needs a break, sometimes...) or, more practical but ever-so annoying (as it needed not to be and should not ever be necessary, in the first place...!) is the option to painstakingly make copies of each and every such "form" in order to re-submit... and pass the virus check! 

HA... In the old days (pre-2020, that is) 

such things were like some preparation for these pandemic times that we are firmly entrenched into, now...!!! 

Though it is true that we all need to find some things to do, indoors, away from the contaminated crowds, avoiding gatherings, practicing social distancing, substracting oneself from the potential talent pool of the appropriately-called "super-spreaders" out there... 

Verily now, come on: 

no one should have to put up with this sort of crap - especially not now; especially not with the prevalent idiocy that has led the whole blamed world to be in the situation it is now 

ENVIRONMENTALLY 

POLITICALLY 

SOCIALLY 

PANDEMICALLY 

RELIGIOUSLY 

SPIRITUALLY 

COSMICALLY...!!! 

No... no... no! 

We do not need to add cybernetically to the list! 

Imagine that: even the insurance company does it: 

it limits the number of forms/receipts/claims that one can lump together to the ignominious, odd (even though believed to be lucky, aye) number of... SEVEN (7) .

I had, quite exactly... EIGHT (8) to claim. 

WOW. 

JUST... WOW! 

It is like they go out of their damned way to...

*Sigh* 

Yeah... yeah... 

Maybe this should have gone to that certain blog full-fledged member of the TLB Prime Network here, instead... 

***

O My Cryin'

 The world is in chaos 

As the crisis prolongs itself... 

With no end in sight! 

After a DELTA variant... 

It is OMICRON. 

{The inspiration for the "Oh My Cryin'" there ~ crying as in a 

rebel yell, of course - not that there's an Anti-Vaxxer here...!) 

...which is only proof that there is nothing new under the sun... 

WHAT IS IT GOING TO BE... 

NEXT? 

Stay Tuned...