Cranky Large Medium reading, 21 December

Go away.

Haven't you gone, yet? How can I get rid of you? Bribery? Threats? Disinfectant? Ah. Right. You want a reading. If I give it to you, will it make you happy? Will you go then? Swell. Here you are:

You are nauseatingly cheerful, annoyingly creative, and persevere sufficiently to complete your happy happy projects. ick. How in the world you could make enemies I don't know, you goody-two-shoes. You should keep yourself cheerful by staying at home and playing with children.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. Or, maybe you are. At least you're a leg up on all these other people, for whom, on this date in history, the ultimate jig was up: George S. Patton, James Parkinson, Thomas the Apostle, John Newton, Giovanni Boccaccio, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Carl Van Vechten, Rosanjin, Eric Coates, John Spence, Angus Murdo McKenzie aka Karl Denver, Stuart Erwin, Richard Long, Dick Schaap, Elrod Hendricks, Knud Johan Victor Rasmussen, Frank B. Kellogg, Ernst Gunther Schenck,

and Albert King.

Most people are mean because we can be. Nyah nyah nyah.
Happy birthday, anyway.