We were listening to streaming radio last night–nothing special, just a detective story–when a promo ad comes on and the announcer starts babbling about “your holiday tree.”
Hey, chuckles! If you can’t say “Christmas,” then you don’t deserve a Christmas tree.
And then this morning I noticed, for the first time, that our Humane Society calendar acknowledges “Kwanzaa” as if it were a real holiday, deserving of respect.
Fie and shame and double shame.
Well, at least we know what we’ll be up against this year: total pollution of practically everything. People afraid of their own shadows, trying to curry favor by talking up “Kwanzaa” and talking down Christmas. I mean, God comes down to earth to save us from our sins, and all this ape can say is “happy holiday… I’m late for Kwanzaa”? Sheesh. I thought Kwanzaa had died out and only white liberal doofuses remembered it.
We have a very long way to come back to sanity.