It's a Festivus for the rest of us.

Gather round the pole!

The tradition of Festivus begins with the airing of grievances:

I got a lot of problems with you people and now you're gonna hear about them.

@vgr is locked, so I cannot QT his Festivus pole. I saved the image.

For @vgr

How dare you be locked on Festivus! You're throwing a wrench in the works here!

For my Ex:

You remain a terrible parent to our children.

You still haven't refinanced the house. (In progress, I know, but still!)

For my current client:

After your previous shop dropped you, after several people quit, how have you not realized you're the problem here?

I'm glad our contrast is ending soon. Maybe you'll bother to get someone who actually cares about the product you're allegedly developing.

For my elder son:

Your utter unwillingness to actually do your school work will dog you for years. I wish you would bite the bullet of doing it now rather than the bullet of flunking.

Perhaps losing your sports eligibility will be a wakeup call?

For my younger son:

You need to learn to understand that the system has predictable responses to certain actions, and not take those actions.

You also need to be your own advocate to fix the problems that are affecting you.

For my brother in-law:

Your bizarre behavior has caused a split in the family. Now I need to decide if I'm going to invite my brother or my sister to an event, and that is terrible.

Fuck you.

For @elonmusk:

I have no idea what you're trying to do here. Is there no plan?

For the fediverse:

Leave it you you clowns to make an even worse environment than Twitter.

The fediblock campaigning to get instances defederated is truly gross and mostly serves as an object lesson in how shitty people can be.

For my mother:

I wish you weren't such a god damned disaster.