How about a “Hate the Press Day,” when people fire off scorching emails and tweets to the most perverse member of the sad-sack media, whose main purpose in life is to make others miserable for feeling happy?
You’re on to something there.
We could call it Truth Day. Then we could take the writer’s advice and celebrate anytime we want.
300 days a year seems like a good start.
Boy what a bunch of scrooges! BAHUMBUG!