Friday, December 02, 2005

Looking for loathe in all the wrong places

I'm not going to bother with any links since it's all over the fargin' place. I'll just say "War on Christmas" and everyone will know what I'm talking about.

It is, of course, the most ridiculous beat-up of a story imaginable. Everywhere else, nobody gives a shiny shit about what to call it. It's Christmas, and nobody of any sense gives it second thought, whatever their religious sentiments. The only fulmination over the season is concerned with the rampant, crass commercialism that pervades the whole exercise like a particularly eggy fart in an elevator.

Only in America does this happen: first, some fluff-brained do-gooder decides that "Christmas" is exclusionary language and perhaps "Holiday" would be a kinder, gentler term that should be encouraged; then some dull-witted sanctimonious prig twists this into an Eeevul Seckuler Lie-beral Plot To Destroy All Christians. From here, watching them play the victim, it's all laughable nonsense.

The real joke, though, is on everyone, and the punchline can be found in any dictionary.

holiday n., & v.i. 1. n. a day of festivity or recreation, when no work is done;
[...]
[OE haligdæg (HOLY, DAY)]
HOLY DAY. Wakey wakey - we never even left the spot.

P.S. Bill O'Reilly is an arse.

3 Comments:

At 1:59 PM, Blogger The Devil You Know said...

"Eggy fart"?

Everyone knows it's an eggnoggy fart, you secular humanist!

 
At 11:50 PM, Blogger Mentis Fugit said...

True, there's precious little that's secular about something that smells like it came from the very bowels of the Pit.

 
At 11:43 AM, Blogger Missouri Mule said...

mentis you're one funny fugit.

 

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