And he has shaped it as a babe that is to nurse and he has made two eyes of glass
Our neighbors are decorating for Halloween. This means giant inflatable ghosts, mummies, pumpkins, green-faced witches, vampire Winnie-the-Poohs, snowglobes full of mylar bats, et cetera, several of which glow at night and all of which are tasteless to the nth—yards full of this stuff, it's unbelievable. It makes me want to put up Halloween decorations of my own. Cornhusks, dog skulls, knots of old ribbon, branches of turning leaves. You know. Normal things.

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Do they do this at Christmas or Hanukkah as well? I hope not, for your sake.
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No, they do. It makes me want to commit archery upon the inflatable Grinch.
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You know, I totally would support an inflatable Saint Sebastian. Whatever that says about me.
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That would be rather nice, really.
You could put it out every 20 January, (or, following the Greek Orthodox calendar, 18 December) and see what your neighbours with the ghastly Grinch might say. ;-)
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If life gives you tasteless neighbors, make wonderful images!
(Or acts of mayhem . . .)
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I was afraid of that.
It makes me want to commit archery upon the inflatable Grinch.
An understandable urge. In a just world, such an act would be considered justifiable inflatable-figuricide.
My mother and I have considered taking a blowgun to some of the monstrosities in our vicinity.