Jim Goad’s letter to Santa

I wish that what I see with my very eyes was all an illusion.

I wish I was wrong about a lot of things. Too many things.

I wish I lived in a world where I could ask honest questions without being called anything besides “a person who asks honest questions.”

I wish I could find one honest person who disagrees with me and can stay on topic.

I wish that brainwashed people didn’t reserve a special hatred for those who aren’t.