23 December 2013
Reconnaissance mission: Walmart.
Encountered Salvation Army bellringer deployed at entrance. Decided on preemptive strike. “Doesn’t that damned bell drive you crazy, ringing it all day?”
Enemy combatant returned fire. “Not really, God bless you, sir!”
The unexpected precision of the counterattack left me reeling, as I searched my pocket for a contribution. I was able to limit the damage to $5. Dazed and confused, trying to execute a strategic withdrawal, I mumbled something about Saturnalia, but the enemy pressed his advantage.
“Thank you, and have a very Merry Christmas!”
Wounded as I was, I was still able to return fire with “Happy Holidays to you, too,” but a subsequent attempt, “Creation science isn’t,” apparently misfired, as the enemy appeared unmoved.
Still, I was able to make my way to the relative safety of greed and cynical commercialism once I reached the interior of the Walmart.
Result: Marginally satisfactory. Enemy remained at his post, but I was able to withdraw without substantial casualty.
Mission for 24 December 2013: Enroll in atheistic socialist Obamacare on Christmas Eve itself.
Mikels Skele, Sp. General, Ret., Dec.
Being passive-aggressive, we Canadians pride ourselves on missions rather than wars–as in, “our mission in Afghanistan”. And for some reason, Salvation army folks weren’t allowed to ring bells at Christmas for a number of years. They just stood mutely near their donation balls. It was very sad. I think they’re relieved to have some sort of exercise again.
Still, can you imagine hours on end of that damned bell?
My uncle died fighting the war against Christmas. God bless, I mean, have a happy holiday soldier.
Thank me for my service. And be careful out there; you may already be infected.
Nice on Mike. Quite amusing.