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Sunday, February 14, 2016

My 2016 Traditional Valentine's Day Sentiments


“Buy her diamonds,” say the commercials on radio, television, and the internet. Cram it, that just ain’t gonna happen. I don’t care how much these commercials try to shame me into feeling cheap or unsuccessful, there ain’t gonna be any Valentine’s Diamond. Nor will there be a new Lexus in the driveway, elegantly wrapped in a gigantic heart-shaped red ribbon.

Many women, if not most, hate Valentine’s Day. Not having a significant other, or having one who doesn’t deliver a gift, can be painful. Valentine’s Day is nothing but a cruel day of angst. Even if she has a love who has righteously shown up with a dozen roses year after year, eventually she will wonder why the loser hasn’t bought her a Rolex like Mr. Successful does in the TV commercials.

The only guys who enjoy Valentine’s Day are looking to get Fifty Shades of Laid. Most guys detest Valentine’s Day. Roses can jump to $100 a dozen in some areas, and giving the obligatory heart of chocolates is cliché and considered cheap. When your love says she doesn’t want anything for Valentine's Day, you guys best know that you had better show up with something, and you had better hope your sweetheart did not see that damn Lexus commercial.

The legend says St. Valentine died by execution and I am certain the truth is that it wasn’t just an act of revenge for his womanizing. Once Valentine started giving out the gifts, the little fornicator was doomed; all of the other men knew women would expect gifts forever. If Val had only just discreetly jumped from bed to bed, he would have been allowed to die naturally with a big grin on his face, a very worn out but happy old man. Nope, he just had to start handing out his flowery business cards; "Roses are red, violets are blue, while you husban' be away, I'm a humpin' on you."  The horny little proto-hillbilly bastard got what was coming to him; the way I heard it, that short, fat, bald, incontinent hit man named Cupid was hired to put an arrow through Valentine’s cheatin’ heart.

We now need to find out if the fool who started the "Sweetest Day" nonsense is still around, and if he is, we need to paint everything below his waist with honey and stake it to a Texas anthill.

With my eternal love, and all of that other unctuous saccharin rot, 

Your Valentine,

Zack 






2 comments:

Lisa Lane said...

I love these..Happy VD to you too! LOL

James Zachary said...

(blush) (grin) Muchas gracias, Miss Lisa. Muchas gracias.