Category Archives: Christmas brutality

“Merry Christmas, Princess Peach.”

There is only one Christmas, isn’t there? Even at the airport there is only one Christmas. Luigi smiled, and his face bore not the smallest hint of sadness. “Merry Christmas, Chloe.” He leaned forward and kissed the slumbering golden girlchild … Continue reading

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Christmas at the cemetery – with Bubba.

A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story December 25, 1998 If you want to hear your thoughts echo into a perfect silence – go to the cemetery. I do it a lot, actually, not to be too terribly morbid. Potter’s fields and … Continue reading

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A father for Christmas.

“If you give your daughter a father she can be proud of, then one day she’ll bring home a son-in-law you can be proud of. And then you’ll know for sure that your grandchildren will have a father to look … Continue reading

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Christmas in Las Vegas with Kim Jong-un.

“You adorn your body with comical uniforms and undeserved medals, and you plaster your name with ridiculous titles, all to make up for your fundamental emptiness. You live your life as the empty puppet of an empty doctrine, and everyone … Continue reading

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A Costco family Christmas.

Do you know about Costco? It’s a warehouse-sized store that sells huge quantities of stuff at wholesale prices. There are other companies that exploit the same basic idea. Another big one is Sam’s Club, where the motto is, ‘When mere … Continue reading

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A canticle for Kathleen Sullivan.

From the Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie Christmas story collection, available at Amazon.comA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story December 23, 2002 I got to the hospital after visiting hours, but the nurse led me to the room anyway. “There hasn’t been anyone,” she … Continue reading

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Hacking cancer, chronic pain, Sony and NORAD on Christmas Eve with Reggie and Shake.

“Attention Sony Pictures: All your testicles are belong to us!”A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story December 24, 2014 “Have a Merry Christmas, brother,” Reggie said to the bent old man shuffling away from us in the grim little strip mall parking lot. … Continue reading

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