The Conspiracy

December 19, 2006About Santa. There is a lot of evidence, but I will show you one that is pretty concrete. I will highlight the major evidence.


You better watch out

You better not cry

Better not pout

I'm telling you why

Santa Claus is coming to town

He's making a list

And checking it twice;

Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice

Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you're sleeping

He knows when you're awake

He knows if you've been bad or good

So be good for goodness sake!

O! You better watch out!

You better not cry

Better not pout

I'm telling you why

Santa Claus is coming to town

Santa Claus is coming to town

First of all, the language is harsh: "You better" do this, "You better" do that. Pushy, I'd say. Like the Man. He sees you all of the time and knows your movements. Now, Big Brother was an idea from Orwell's 1984 which wasn't published until 1949 while the song was first performed in 1934. The idea of the looming government materialized long before that, however. With Roosevelt's New Deal, the government became much more involved in regulation than it had before and some people felt very threatened. As I write this, I think that this could also apply to communism or the Nazis, which would make sense for the time (more Nazis than communism, sort of).

Then again, I could just be a crackpot. But I love these theories!

Number 11

December 17, 2006So, Friday I had a lot of time to myself as my sisters and mom went shopping (they took Sam, too). I did my laundry, read a book, watched shows on Discovery Health about babies and cooked dinner (and made rice crispy treat shapes--giant C-mas tree and a wreath). Then yesterday I watched Sam for a long time and made egg rolls. Yes, that is MADE: I cooked the stuff to go inside and rolled them, thanks. I also taught him four or five of his colours in Spanish. We were both excited about that one.

What is happening to me? As soon as Chris leaves, I turn all domestic. I was taking baby steps before, but now I just jumped for it. Oy vey... I want to go back to being an irresponsible college student. That was fun.

There is now sufficient evidence that Santa Claus is the government's code for Big Brother. It's coming. You just wait. More on that later.

Number 10

December 15, 2006Chris and Paul are probably flying over dangerous countries at the moment. I never get time changes right, so I have no idea if they are in the air or in a foreign country. Either way, they are far too close to commies for my comfort. I will miss Chris more than I care to think about, so I won't. So there!

I went to have coffee with my sis tonight after a lovely Wal-Mart trip. We talked for about an hour. I go to school with the girl and I never see her... How messed up is that one?

I am about to make a decision that will stay with me for the rest of my life (literally, the REST of my life), so pray that I make the right one, Oh Reader Of My Post. It is not exactly life-changing, but it is important. I'll probably let you (whoever you are) know how it turns out if you ask. Oh dear... Good times.

I love you, Oh Reader Of My Post. So much. You don't even know. Yeah, that means you.

I just realized that I have two "Number 8" posts, so this one will have to skip. Numbers hate me, and the feeling is mutual.

Number 8

December 10, 2006AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

::sigh:: I feel better

I have no idea what that was, but it was nice.

Number 8

December 07, 2006Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things-
    For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
        For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches wings;
    Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough,
        And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
    Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
        With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                                      Praise him.

-Gerald Manley Hopkins