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Birthday Parties are a Big Fascist Scam
The observation of birthdays is nothing but a scam perpetuated by the moneyed elite to rob the lower classes while inculcating them to follow predictable, ritualized patterns of behavior designed to make them easier to control.
If you can interrupt for a moment your sleepwalking through life like a good little sheep, eating your grass and waiting to get fleeced, try thinking about birthdays critically for a change instead of just taking them for granted. What is truly being observed when people celebrate a birthday? The whole concept is predicated on the system contrived to standardize the measurement of the abstract concept of time, calibrated to the speed at which the Earth revolves around the sun (and therefore having no relevance or validity anywhere in the universe other than the relative speck of a planet we inhabit, by the way), a system whose invention functions as a tool of hierarchical civilizations bent on subjugating the people they dominate by alienating them from immediate sensuality, from nature itself, in order to regulate their activity and maximize their exploitation. Seriously, the idea of slaves celebrating the invention of chains and whips is no less ridiculous.
Furthermore, the traditions associated with the observation of birthdays, especially the obligatory purchasing of gifts, feeds the greedy jaws of capitalism by promoting the malignant scourge of wasteful consumerism, and therefore contributes to the acceleration of our own demise. How’s that for irony? Celebrating the gift of life by quickening the extinction of millions of species, including your own.
So go ahead and throw yourself a little party every 365 days, but you can count me out. And if you had any brains and any sense of justice, you’d call these "Birthday parties" by a more fitting name, like "Death parties", or "Slavery parties".
Seriously though , enjoy your latest milestone on the inexorable march towards death.