Santa And His Machine Guns
One of the benefits of living in Arizona is this otherworldly yahoo mentality that rears its head from time to time. The fact that the yahoo mentality is often mine is beside the point. What can I say, sometimes going into the desert to fire off a seven foot potato cannon while drinking beer is just what the doctor ordered, assuming that doctor is drunk and huffing ether of course. But a drunk doctor huffing ether would barely crack the weirdness meter down here, not with kids doing beer bongs with their assholes.
It’s something in the water, I think. Something that takes a rational mind and makes it think that soaking tampons in vodka is a good idea, or flying to Milwaukee to have sex with a couple of stab-o-rific Satanist babes. Or linking a cherished childhood character such as Santa Claus to automatic weapons. I give you the Scottsdale Gun Club which is offering kids a chance to “Get your holiday picture with Santa & his machine guns”. Fuck, and yes!
I don’t want you to get the idea that I’m necessarily opposed to guns, mind you. I think that the freedom to bear arms was crucial in the founding of this country, and I think a sane approach to that idea still makes sense. But I question the need for kids to think Santa is packing a fucking Uzi. What is the unspoken message there? “Remember, Bobby, Santa is watching you! And if you’re not good he will blow your motherfucking head off!” (Actually, if that got better behavior out of my kids, I might use it.)
Of course, as rational adults, we all know that Santa is packing heat. You don’t work around that many elves without having a weapon handy. Those randy little fuckers would have Santa pinned down in no time, viciously corn-holing him until his lifeless corpse froze in the snow, and then who would bring me a 5.45 millimeter AK-47 with noise suppressor and 60 round banana clip? The Easter Bunny is way too much of a pussy to bring me hardware like that (although he does have good drugs).
But you don’t tell the kids Santa is packing. That’s gonna fuck them up in the head and make them think all sorts of crazy shit. Kids already think crazy shit is real, like a fat man flying through the air and squeezing down a chimney once a year to eat cookies and leave daddy potato cannons and handguns. They don’t need to think he’s liable to freak out and wipe out a family of five in the process. It’s hard enough to get my kids to sleep on Christmas Eve, I don’t need to add changing piss-soaked sheets to the mix.
Holy faulking shit. I cannot live without a photo of this, and I don’t have any kids.
DAMIT DOD, You go right back up there and get me a toddler. I need a baby, [Hi]. They got more’n they can handle…
Well, we’ve been over this. There’s what’s right and there’s what’s right.
also I have to know- how the FAULK did you manage to land the first comment on The Bloggess? I almost always scroll past the early comments because they are no one I know, then I see your silly panting face….
Not just the first comment, the first comment two days in a row! Woo-hoo! Yay me! What a crazy life I lead!
I’ve got an RSS feed aggregator on the side of my screen, so whenever something is posted that I subscribe to, I see it almost instantly if I happen to be at my desk. Just so happens that I was at my desk the last couple of days when the Bloggess posted.
Aw man, whaddaya mean no Santa with guns? I heard about this earlier today, got all excited, and then promptly forgot about it. Thanks for reminding me, because I’ve got to get one of those photos.
Maybe I’m not offended by it because I don’t have kids.
That’s relatively tame by Arizona standards. I once watched a dad, drinking a beer, helping his 3 year old aim and fire a (very small) handgun. While his mom (also drinking beer) was watching. And no one (myself included) said or did anything. We had our own beers and our own guns to keep us occupied.
Cool! We do that up here in Minnesota too, except it’s called Huntin’. Them deer ain’t gonna thin themselves out.
Yeah they are: It’s called starvation, and if you dislike animals, it’s fucking hilarious.
If anything, Santa should be packing so he doesn’t get slay-jacked. Don’t need no hood-ass punk jacking all his toys at gunpoint before he gets to the good kids’ houses.
He should get himself one of these.