25th December 2007

It is a holy day once again, although it is as blessed for us, as fire is to tinder. The goodness in the air burns us alive, turns to ash in our lungs, toxic in our bodies. The spirit, of dammed Christmas is a haunting shadow that chases us away from our home and into the pyres, burning with the fire of religion. I do not doubt the power of religion, I do not dare, for it is stronger than me, stronger than master, stronger than any one of you. I do not wish to turn the world against me for the mere pleasure of my freedom of speech. If I ever do, may Lucifer appear at my doorstep with an entire army of millions destined to pick me apart cell by cell, in order to them judge how much indeed I value my freedom of speech. I am hardly clairvoyant, but I predict, none.