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Merry fucking Christmas

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I just talked to my mom and dad for the first time in more than a year today.

It was a pleasant conversation.

In America, we have something called “Christmas” which is the story of a birth of a man who brought change to this world.

And hope.

For me, it was 46 years ago tomorrow, December 25th, 1969, that I arrived on this planet.

And that story is about me.

And you.

And every single one of us on this planet.

The stories told in the Bible. In the Koran. In the Veddic Texts. And more, are stories of what created the order from the belief systems and ritualistic behavior that differentiate us from animals. These formed the religions which created law, medicine, construction, and community, but also created war, poverty, and strife in general.

They also defined the moral compass of this planet to appreciate the contrasts.

Every one of us has a story to tell. Whether you’re a rare beaten husband, a successful businessman from China, a housewife who raised three geniuses, or a couple of lawyers who raised a programmer who took over the world through computer code. The stories this planet has to tell has no end.

I’ve never told stories in my life, and had merely lived one as I went along.

I became support for other people’s stories.

No longer.

If you’re a foreigner in America, I respect your beliefs.

But it’s your turn to respect America and what she presents you with:

An opportunity to have a life where you are free to pursue whatever you want, whenever and be free of religious persecution.

With that.

Fuck you and your Happy Holidays horse shit.

Get it fucking right. Or leave my fucking country and go back to wherever you came from.

It’s Merry fucking Christmas, you fucktards.

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