And it's no longer cards; it's wrapping paper; teddy bears; trinkets; t-shirts; mugs, in fact anything that you can screen-print, transfer or stitch onto.
It's not so much the ubiquity that I find so offensive, it's the unthinking obedience to the market that I can't bear.
I mention this, as I have just stood FOREVER behind a stupid woman at a checkout who took an UNFEASIBLY long-time to buy five items with a series of cards, and then tried to open a plastic bag with one hand because in her other she held a silver balloon on which was printed:
It wasn't ironic, and the spelling actually didn't matter because she probably never even read it. After all, neither will the recipient, who, after feigning pleasure at the offering, will let it rest against the ceiling until whenever a female of the family will eventually tire of its presence and dispose of it.
No-one actually CARES about this stuff, because they feel nothing; but such is the devotion to the commercial pressures, nobody wants to be seen NOT doing it.
It's not as though anyone asks "Why have you wasted money on this shit? Is that all you think of me? Fuck off with your cheap gestures, get out of my house, I disown you; GO!"
No, the spelling doesn't matter because it's the shallowness of the sentiment and easy profit that counts.
And so our enemies soften us with cheap filigree, and thus weaken our defences for the day that they launch their war machines against our enfeebled race to certain victory; and thus our enslavement is completed!
Be Warned.
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