Christmas shopping represents nothing more than a Consumer Confidence Index precisely mirrored against the Death of the Earth. When our last National Treasure, the choked and gasping American Landfill, dies via poison spilled from Christmasâ€™ gaping chasm, we shall recall the time when the only terrors visited upon us were those involving popgun-wielding desperadi. As we suck in our final breath of outgassed CFCs we will beg for the Kress banditâ€™s bullet to put us out of our postmodern misery!
On behalf of the 1947project, I invite you to consume as hard as you can, while there is still time. Thank you for your attention.