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.
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…