Valentines Day, just like Sweetest Day, is a waste of time

Another "holiday" is here. The man-made concoction called Valentines Day. Another day where we gotta trudge out of the warm house and dig the car out of a snow drift so we can go buy the old lady another box of candy that she really needs, or a sweater that she won't wear. Or better yet, taking her to a fancy restaurant in which there's no way you'll eat within an hour.

Who invented this nonsense anyway? Aren't Christmas and birthday's enough? When will it end?

Why at every opportunity is it necessary to run out to the store, spend money, and bring home another useless or unhealthy gift item? And whose got enough money after the holiday to buy anything of consequence?

Now, we as red-blooded Americans can understand this Christmas spirit thing, you know, with the birth of Christ and all. But, the original intent of this Christian holiday was to honor the Lord, right? What does that really have to do with filling the living room floor up with presents?

We as red blooded citizens of planet earth also understand the necessity of respecting birthdays. After all, we can only pray to see the next one. But why do we have to invent these other celebrations and then crown them with the responsibility of a monetary purchase? Why is it necessary to equate how much you can tolerate your mate by how much one spends on their Valentines Day celebration?

Sweetest Day, are you kidding me? This holiday should be renamed Hallmark Card Purchase Day, because that conglomeration actually had the ability to transform the American calender. This corporation makes enough money on Sweetest Day to pay their bills for the next six months

Do they celebrate Sweetest Day in Bolivia?

People like those of us who trudge through daily life with an attitude have a remarkable ability to see through the crap and recognize things for what they really are. Just another reason to piss-away money.

Does it mean that I hate my wife because I didn't bring her anything home on Feb. 14? No, it means that I forgot. So did she. I don't care.

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