Merry Christmas my Arse

Merry Christmas, one and all. I had the chance to attend the much touted City Harvest Christmas service at the Expo back in Singapore. There they had 2 services: the first one starts at 430pm and the other 730pm. We had intended to attend the earlier service so we could have more time to relax later in the day. However, whilst enroute we met up with a minor car accident which delayed our trip. By the time we reached there, we were probably late by 30-45min. They had scores of security personnel there, for God knows what reason would occur for the throngs of Christian brothers and sisters who were only there to praise God. As can be predicted, we couldn't get ourselves in. They simply wouldn't allow us to praise God and all His glory, simply coz we were late. Naturally i was infuriated that such an event, in the name of Jesus, can prohibit worshippers from entering the service. I could have started a Jihad right there and then. Instead i chose to speak aloud so the people there can hear my grievances. So this guy came up and said that there simply wasn't enough space left for us to get in. He said that it was more of a policy or regulation issue of the Expo Hall that prohibits us from entering. We shall see later on that he was misinformed. I had agreed that it is correct should the capacity be filled that under safety regulations they cannot put more people in than it can contain. So my rebuttal is that they should have came up with a system (perhaps one of ticketing or by token issue) that will allow only the number allowed in the hall, so people who had queued for ages at the back could have known they couldn’t be admitted and not waste time staying there. Later on they realized my contention was correct and apologized profusely and offered some discount on a stupid carnival that’s just another money making spin.
When we did get into the queue, we had crazy ushers screaming for us to keep moving in, to be squashed sandwiched amongst the crowd. I don’t understand why they did that, which impedes on my personal space and that of everyone else. Surely if they could employ the hundreds of security personnel to do whatever they’re supposed to do, could in the same instance be put to better use to direct the queue line efficiently instead of squeezing us all. So when the fake pearly gates did open, another category of mad ushers were shouting for us to move in quickly becoz the service is about to begin? It was only 7pm. It didn’t start until 30min later. Christ… Then there were the cell group people who booked seats for their groupies… and what was I supposed to do? Move to the back? Their shadows weren’t even present and I had to queued and be hoarded like pigs only to be pushed away? Screw this man! I felt extremely uncomfortable with the entire shit. The entire service was nothing more than extreme hypocrisy in practice at its best. People greeting you with the usual Christmas shit, but not a smile on the streets. The worst thing was, when my friends went to the washroom just before the service starts, they had these squeal-ly ushers that pressed me to call them to get back quickly. What the…starfish! And guess what, nobody could get to the washroom when the service starts, you wouldn’t be allowed in if you do your basic necessity. The service was 3hrs!
Merry Christmas my arse… what’s so merry when you know that the people in there does not represent the average person without a car. What so merry when you know there’s people out in the streets with no food, no job, no money and the hypocrites around me are singing happily. Unscrew the world I say.