Christmas time...

Today, I've been mostly feeling frustrated. Being told that we can go home on the Christmas Eve at around three pm is somewhat annoying seeing that it's half past two now. Nobody's actually doing anything but surfing the web etc. I've been trying to get going for the past two hours but as there's very little momentum behind my movement (read: no management to back me up on this decision) nothing's happened. No surprise there then.

Well, just to burn some of the useless time on my hands, I might as well post something as you've noticed. Christmas and it's meaning, wow, there's a real story lying in there somewhere. I, unfortunately, am not capable of telling this one as it's the one story that I have nothing to add on. What made me really wonder about meaning of this 'festive time of the year' was a story on the news last night about palestinians (christians at that) spending their christmas on the Gaza strip.

These people are on a constant gunpoint and mostly due to their religious beliefs, or is just their traditions, I really dont know. My point here is that I just can not comprehend the need for all this religious nonsense especially when there's a good chance that it's served with a piping hot piece of 7.62mm lead between your eyes from the guy who actully has been made to believe that the way someone else thinks is wrong just because it's different.

Why do we bother with religion at all as a species? Is there really a need to have organised religions? Are we so scared of the unknown that we have to let a bunch of fundamentalists wanting to secure their position in power tell us what is right and what is wrong? Do we need these hipocrates telling us about morality or cant we see for ourselves the consequences of our actions?

Rhetoric or not, this really bugs me big time. People die on a minute to minute basis just because they happen to recognise a different set of rules written on a differently named piece of nonsense. Really sad. Just so sad that it's enough to make me want to cry. Aren't we, the human beings, supposed to be the cutting edge of evolution? Will there be a future in which we have finally realised that religions are just as much as products of human imagination as any daily consumer products we use? My earlier feeling of frustration is changing towards anger...

It's the shortest day of the year. There's a thought to hold on to that is actually real. Time to say 'fuck you' to all religions.

This world needs an enema and I might just have an idea where to stick that...