The picture reminds me that suicides go down in the holiday season.
The media hypes any suicide that does occur, but for the most part, depressed people really fit in during December. Everything's dead, bleak. the skies are grey. Stressed people scurry around, trying to deal with a hundred pressing hurdles between gifts for family, food for parties, end-of-year milestones at the job, clearing projects for the holiday standdown, putting up with visiting relatives, making time for the winter festival recital at school, more gifts for secret santa, fear of what the credit card bill is going to look like, a 2100 hour announcement that cookies are needed for the class party, um, tomorrow ... Whining about that GODDAMNED song being on the radio YET AGAIN! What are you cooking for Christmas Dinner and did you know that Grandpa's girlfriend is vegan and allergic to all forms of food except oven mitts and caviar?
The Depressed tend to think that everyone's just like them... it's a relief. SPRING is when they drop like flies...
This 'chamber of dark Christmas' has all the color and joy of tramping through the grey, freezing slush, with a distant splash of Christmas Color that is supposed to be the dominant theme but really just highlights a small island of deadlines in the middle of the horror...
I hope they let Spicer and Manafort slog through this room, could be therapeutic.
