This Christmas

My brain and body feel like Swiss cheese.  Even without the influence of alcohol, my head is swimming like a turtle in shallow water.  Why?  CSX take the opportunity to railroad during Christmas.  Other than churches Fayettenam doesn't have much Christmas.  It has a lot of poverty, crime, and unhappiness.  I have done my best to support local merchants, and it has been brutal.  Stock is low, the influence of Christmas is menial at best, and it feels like rape and pillage.  It shouldn't feel this way, should it?  I remember when Christmas in Fayetteville was good.  Cross Creek Mall was a pinnacle or artistic commerce.  It was decorated to the hilt, it was artistic, and it was uplifting.  Now the mention of the birth of Christ merits terrorist attacks.  This nation no longer is a people of God.  Christianity is a fluke.  The American population for the most part doesn't know what it is, much less how to abide by it.  Serve others?  Be good?  (By the way I am listening to Q.'s album "Smackwater Jack."  It is refreshing, real music.  Real sound.  Something real that is not impoverished.  CSX has been railroading all week.  Non stop.  Locals puttering around funking up the place.  My head spins at the same frequency of their locomotives' Integrated Gate Bipolar Transistors.  A low frequency standing wave is present in 'Nam most of the time, and with it comes the accompanying diesel knock.  It is brutal.  It is a brutal time.  It is fighting for Jesus.  There is very little return, and the spirit is absent. It has been for a long time, ever since Christianity was purged from America.