Trump and Dildos and Caramel Apples

Random Saturday Afternoon Thoughts From the Tulsa State Fair

A million years ago I worked in the marketing department of the Tulsa Performing Arts Center, and each year we featured Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, a recurring show for us, in the program. We wrote, as well, about Tchaikovsky’s The Nutcracker, another show always on the schedule. The holiday spirit notwithstanding, I fucking about had it with sugarplums and ghosts offering redemption by the second week of December.

(And, let’s face it, Tiny Tim’s renal tubular acidosis would be considered a pre-existing condition, and his dad, Bob Cratchit, would never been able to afford the premiums, even if Scrooge came through with the raise — so Tim would have died, regardless of Marley’s hectoring of Scrooge. God bless us, everyone, my ass!)