Santa Myths
I gave up my belief in Santa Claus fairly recently, right about the time he failed to deliver on any of my requests, even though he knew what I wanted since I sent my threatening letter to the fool via Priority Mail. And I’ve got my Delivery Confirmation tracking numbers to prove it. So be it; Santa is dead to me. But I still can’t get behind the sort of depiction the cheap bastard has been getting lately, like the defamatory blowups in the picture above, spotted at a Highland Park pupuseria. To suggest he is some sort of rabble-rousing, get-outta-my-way bike rider is bad enough, but to utterly crush the remnants of Santa’s soul by equating him to the sinister mouse of mediocrity, now that’s just fucked up.
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No need to fret, that’s not the REAL Santa. The biker is just playing you. I saw that same biker riding around Montecito Heights lawns at Halloween. He just changed his clothes for the season. http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2102/1796361701_1b12ac29ea.jpg
Ese raton es el diablo. But I do have a hankering for some sopa de gallina.
My favourite santa is the 4 foot tall, fiberglass “surfing Santa with surfboard” that someone on Artesia in Redondo Beach keeps on their lawn. I love the South Bay.
i was 1st ever Santa in the ELA parade —
i was 1st ever Santa in the ELA parade —
Santa is a fag, never got me what i wanted…