The Disturbing Backstory Behind Rudolph

Too many people focus on the story about misfits having something important to give back to society.  Don’t.  It’s all a lie.  Being weird is not some kind of badge of honor.  Being special only makes you annoying.  And having a giant glowing tumor mounted on the end of your snout that whistles of its own accord is going to kill you or get you killed.  It’s only a matter of time.

Ahem.  Everyone misses the obvious in this Christmas classic.  See that little blonde next to our intrepid hero?  None of the other reindeer have a head of hair.  Not even the girls.  Sure, those bitches have obscenely full eyelashes, but still no hair.

So where did this guy get the hair?  That color doesn’t grow on anyone’s head.  Except for the elves.  Female elves to be exact (and Herbie but who cares about him?).  They look so much alike that they’re interchangeable.  An enterprising reindeer could easily kill, scalp and bury an elf then wear her hair as a hat and no one in this land of misery would think twice.  And I thought Gotham was a shit-hole.

Doubt me? Look under that little murderer’s eye. Those are tattooed teardrops, not freckles, and there are three more under his other eye.  The bastard named “Fireball” has killed people. Six people. Reindeer are assholes, and this one is a psychopath.  Delving deeper into what the hell is wrong with him….notice how he has no white fluff in his ears.  All the other reindeer in school have fluff, but none of the adults do.

‘Cept that bitch, Clarice, and her buddy Fireball.  Don’t let those obscene eyelashes fool you into thinking that she’s not guilty of something foul.  Only she and Fireball have human accessories and they’re the only two showing a visual sign of their lost innocence.  He scalped an elf for a head of hair and she stole the victim’s bow…as a souvenir.  It doesn’t matter that the female elves wear hats to work.  They have hair, they wear bows on the weekends.

Natural Born Reindeer, on an unstoppable killing spree.  Where will it end? Will Santa one day be trampled to death?  Don’t look at me like that.  Have you ever actually listened to the lyrics of her song?

There’s always tomorrow
For dreams to come true
Believe in your dreams, come what may.
There’s always tomorrow
With so much to do
And so little time in a day.

We all pretend the rainbow has an end (Ooh…)
And you’ll be there, my friend, some day.
There’s always tomorrow
For dreams to come true
Tomorrow is not far away.

(We all pretend the rainbow has an end
And you’ll be there, my friend, some day)
There’s always tomorrow
For dreams to come true
Tomorrow is not far…a…way.

Sounds like a lovely death threat, if you dream of Rudolph’s bloated corpse washing up on the shores of the Island of Misfit Toys.

Also, the abominable monster has nipples.  You’ll never unsee it now.

Illuminati Christmas

Jens over at FreeDumb of Expression brought up some good points regarding Santa, so I decided that it’s time I reveal Christmas for what it is: an Illuminati plot to make a good part of your year completely unbearable.  Or at least to those who celebrate Christmas.  Don’t worry, we’re going after Hanukkah next.

You were probably already aware of this since they start playing Christmas music before Halloween and you don’t finish paying off your Christmas purchases until Christmas five years later.  My idea by the way, and you’re welcome.  So, now that Christmas is over, I thought I’d let you in on some well-known Illuminati secrets regarding this plight.  It won’t truly matter since by next year you’ll be too busy buying gifts for your shiftless relatives.

One of the most iconic symbols of the holiday is Santa.  Did you realize that his name is an anagram for Satan?  Bet you did.  Most kids figure that out in the third grade.  Let’s talk about his appearance for a moment.  That rosy tinge on his cheeks ain’t makeup, that’s a Rosacea blush caused by consuming too much alcohol.  And the suit?  It’s a blend of the color of your checkbook after a successful Christmas and pimp-tastic fur lining.  Makes you wonder if that sack of toys is meant for delivery or keeping his hos elves in line.  You’ll never really know.  And his beard is intended to mask his appearance as well as any robber would.  Did you ever wonder why your Benz was down a tank of gas on Christmas day?  Why drive a sleigh when you can bald the tires on an expensive car.

In addition to that, the truth that Santa teaches goes well beyond anything your kids are taught in school.  What better than an omnipotent presence who supposedly watches you all the time to teach your kids that being “nice” and listening to your parents is only contingent on whether or not someone is looking over your shoulder.  Granted, you could say that telling your kids that someone is ALWAYS watching will keep them in-line…but since you don’t say that all year long, since they get gifts regardless of their behavior, and since they don’t care about something eight months away…your threats fall on deaf ears.  But go ahead and keep teaching them that they can do whatever they want when no one is looking and rest assured that when they know that Santa isn’t looking they’ll haul your aged ass off into a crap nursing home and let you rock it out to a Charlie Brown Christmas while eating your designated slice of week old SPAM.

But that’s not all.  Aren’t you always teaching your kids to stay away from strangers?  And what do you freaks do?  Plop your child’s but on the lap of a perfect stranger – one whose lips haven’t left a bottle since 1945, probably hasn’t passed any kind of background check and you couldn’t identify in a court of law because his face is obscured by a cotton beard.  Good job guys.  Way to teach your kids that it’s okay to sit on a creepy stranger’s lap.  Not just any stranger either, but Santa’s army of Rugrat Molesting Mall Santas.

Oh, and the lies you tell – and we’re actually really proud of you for this – you actually go out of your way to undermine your child’s trust.  You make them believe the unbelievable only hit their little dreams with a sledgehammer later.  Build them up…knock them down…you do realize that even the CIA isn’t cruel enough to do it in that order.  Are you creating fully-functioning adults or are you creating dysfunctional sociopaths?  You decide.  But we do so get a kick out of the lengths you’ll go to get them to believe.  Eight flying reindeer?  You do realize that the only way those tick infested overgrown rats off the ground is to feed them LSD.  Which is actually pretty funny to watch.  But no, they don’t really fly.  But they certainly think they do.  And when your little ankle-biters dare to inquire as to how Santa makes it around the world in one night…that bit about the super-sonic Santa gets my goat every time.  How much further are you going to fray before you realize that you’ve lost your freaking mind?

A lot further as it turns out, since once your kids find out the truth and go through the mourning process for a guy who couldn’t possibly exist you FORCE THEM to keep it a secret from friends who don’t know and younger siblings.  And when they tell?  They get punished!  Freaking awesome.  Makes me want to make you honorary members of my organization.  But that won’t happen, you’ll have to do far better than that to get a foot in my door.

But Christmas doesn’t end with the jolly ole pedophile.  No…there’s the retail end.  Every year we sink ad money into the system so you’ll go further under in your checkbook.  And so far it’s working.  Don’t worry about this little recession thing, you’ll keep spending what you don’t have regardless.  And what better to truly kick off the holiday spending season than a day that shares its name with hangings, massacres, natural disasters, and financial crises?  BLACK FRIDAY.  Oh, yes we did.  You people line up outside the stores before the break of day, sometimes sleeping there overnight, to catch 20% off lighted pen trinkets for stocking stuffers.  Yes, that’s a whole $0.30 off the everyday low price.  And you push and shove gimpy old ladies with social security checks in hand to get your little trinkets.  You are truly a piece of work.

But it’s all in the name of Good Will and Peace on Earth.  At least until the stores open.

May Santa Bless You One and All.