Hey Idiots, St. Valentine worked for Hallmark

Some douche decided the best way to succeed was to CREATE a holiday. Boom, Valentine's Day! Ahhh yes, the holy day of obligation for anyone within a 50-mile radius of a fuzzy stuffed heart to run out and purchase it for their beloved. It tortures just about everyone and fattens the pockets of flower peddlers and greeting card companies. Everywhere you look, there's disgusting mixtures of red and pink. Please ignore this fictitious day altogether, whether you're in a relationship or not. I've had Valentines some years and other years not, but they all sucked Cupid's balls. If someone truly cared about you, you think you'd hear it more often than once a year, presented with a heart shaped cardboard box picked up from CVS filled with cheap chocolates made with oils and lard and a card picked up for $3.95. This will supposedly cover all wrongs and faults in the relationship with one fell swoop, leaving the giver allieved of all sins committed within the past year. When was the last time you wanted someone to feel they are forcibly handing you a gift? Was it just before or after you put on your "I'm a greedy bastard" t-shirt? More that likely, the gift that you get on this day of sick public displays of affection is nothing more than a little something to say "I've upheld my end of the bargain and have fulfilled my duties. Now please have sex with me."