God Bless the Assholes

December 25

God bless the assholes, near and far—

The suits jacking up the prices of insulin, the lifted F150 cutting you off in traffic, the greasy preachers on television yelling about the war on Christmas—

The icy glares, the snide letters, the number on your phone you’re loathe to answer, even the thought of which fills you with icicles—

Because if the season really does have a blessing, it has it separate from judgment, separate from opinion, separate from all the good and necessary divisions we take up 364 days a year, until today, when we have the audacity to take a quiet breath, and string 7 short words into a world that defies them—

God bless us, each and every one.

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