Wind chimes and chapped lips brought on by unseasonably warm breezes.

What the hell does unseasonably mean?

Unseasonably compared to what? Where our ancestors came from?

Another country? Another continent?

I’ve lived in North Texas most my life and this is seasonably normal.

The deep-south and southwest have been fooled from the dawn of cinema.

“It’s doesn’t feel like Christmas”

Compared to what? It’s A Wonderful Life? Have you ever fought against lake-effect snow?

Yes, all that New England/Upper Midwest bullshit feels like Christmas according to Hollywood, and that only plays fair to about 50% of the US (a good 75% of the population).

Also, Christmas originated elsewhere a damn long time ago, so NO ONE ALIVE knows what Christmas really feels like.

Spend next Christmas on the opposite coast and call me a liar. You couldn’t.

Now, if it’s a religious thing that makes it not feel like Christmas, you’re on your own. You know my philosophy: if Charlie Kirk was a saint, them I’m a rock star.

No, in reflection, this feels exactly like Christmas.

Old Man Potter’s on every channel bombing boats and lying about his true pedophilic instincts.

Potter would’ve been Epstein’s main man.

Sounds like an internal issue.

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