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The War on Christmas. . .again.

The War on Christmas. . .again.

Ed Brayton, at Dispatches From the Culture War, postulates:

Seems like Bill O’Reilly’s idiotic blather about the war on Christmas starts earlier every year. How about a War on Demagoguery?

I replied with a novel. I haven’t posted here in over a week. Plus, I’ve bitched about this before. Still, a copy-paste of my comment from a different blog is better than nothing. My take:

IMHO, the “War on Christmas” starts not with improper holiday greetings or fights about location or content of nativity displays. Oh, no.

The “War on Christmas” started this year in August, when K-Mart had artificial Christmas Trees on display next to the Back-to-School Supplies.

Additional troops were brought in at the mall, where Christmas Decorations gradually moved into spots vacated by sold halloween merchandise.

The Target near my house will already have Christmas music playing already, very softly and only in certain departments. As November progresses, it will gradually expand to fill the store, until Thanksgiving comes and goes, when the din will be inescapable.

The real “War on Christmas” is being waged by people who want to turn it from a one-day religious holiday to a four-month frenzy of buying. The “War on Christmas” is the brainwashing of people to make them believe they must update their themed decorations every year, and buy presents for the sake of buying presents, not because they care for the recipients or because a gift seems like the thing someone really needs or wants.

The real “War on Christmas” is the constant badgering that we must buy this, decorate with that, get something for everyone on the “list”, attend a whole slew of parties AND visit all the relatives, AND make it perfect for the kids, and still feel “goodwill towards men” after doing all that crap. Each time advertisers and retailers heap yet another demand upon us, insisting we must do or buy or give to make this a “perfect holiday season!” more of us revolt.

For some people, the financial demands are too much. Their revolt might be on a smaller scale, involving only themselves and their loved ones. They’ll simplify, cut back the “gift list”, give homemade presents, or even (GASP!) celebrate it as a religious holiday only. Their contributions to the war won’t be noticed quite so much, although they are making some impact.

For others, the demands in general have taken away any pleasure we might have had in the secular celebration, whether or not we participate in the religious one. We’re sick of it. We don’t give a damn whether you say “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays,” just wait until frickin’ December to start saying it. We know from experience that the shopping does not make the holiday happy. We know that “the perfect gift” does not make the holiday happy – nor does giving it on a specific day make it any more perfect. We know that after about the 50th time of hearing it in a week, “Joyeux Noel” doesn’t sound so joyful anymore. We’re tired of being assaulted with Christmas for such a huge part of the year, and our backs are up. So we’re scaling back, too. We’re not buying what they’re selling, in goods or ideology. We’re fighting back, and we’re not quiet about it.

And that is the real “War on Christmas”. Corporate America started it. The Public is just defending itself. O’Reilly is appealing to the attackers to stop the war, which shows what a fool he is. It won’t stop until Americans stop feeding the effort – not by insisting that the proper greeting be used, but by insisting that advertisers and TV bloviators can’t tell us what to do and how to do it.

Selfishness. . .The New Black?

Selfishness. . .The New Black?

I had plans for today. I really wasn’t going to turn on the computer until I got back from errands and had made my phone calls and vacuumed. Dr. Joyce Brothers’ column today put the kibosh on that. The paper is still open to the page, where a writer asks:

DEAR DR. BROTHERS: No one will believe me, but my mom, who’s 55, has just informed my husband and me that she wants to go back to her college where she never got her degree and finish. She’s already thinking about what courses she wants to take. Honestly, we were counting on a lot of help from her with our two kids, her grandchildren, in terms of putting away for their education. My husband’s a musician and doesn’t make great money. This may sound selfish, but at her age, this really seems silly and a kind of indulgence. I’m even surprised her college let her in. I know they’re not doing it for nothing. It costs money. Should I talk with her, let her know my views as her only child? — K.B.

O. M. F. G. . . “This may sound selfish,” K.B. says. May? Ya think, K.B.? Let’s see. Try figuring out how you’d say it to mom yourself and take a guess. . .

“Mom, at 55, you’re really too old to do anything productive with your life, so clearly the college is just taking you for a ride. They know you’re one foot in the grave already, so they’re only trying to fleece you for money. And speaking of fleecing you for your money, don’t you think you should be giving it to a worthier cause, like your grandkids? You see, my husband chose a profession that doesn’t make a lot, and rather than working with that, we decided to have a couple of kids and count on you to support them. Since we’ve made that decision, it’s just not right for you not to come through for us. I know that when you had me, you expected that eventually I’d grow up and take care of myself and make mature, adult decisions in my life. You should have known that I, as an only child, would expect to be your emotional and financial priority for life, though. Now that I’ve left home, gotten married, and had kids, I’m surprised that you have taken that as an opportunity to do the things you put off in your own life while you were raising me. Certainly, the more logical decision would have been to continue in that mode, just adding my husband and kids to your list of dependents. You’re certainly worth much more to me that way than as a happy, self-actualized human being, so just get over yourself and fork over the cash.”

This is why Dr. Brothers is an advice columnist and I am not.

I say, “K.B.’s mom, you’re a still young, vibrant individual, and you deserve to give yourself the benefit of and intellectually stimulating college experience. Go for it. Whatever might have happened in her young life to make your daughter so self-absorbed can still be corrected by you letting her live with and learn from her own decisions from now on. You go, girl. Those grandkids will appreciate a grandma who genuinely enjoys her time with them and can keep them interested because she knows so many cool things far more than a grandma who sends regular checks from her permanent home in front of the TV. Think tough love, lady, and don’t question your decisions based on how other people feel about them. Time to cut the baby loose and fly on your own!”

Is Bill O’Reilly Paying Attention?

Is Bill O’Reilly Paying Attention?

I was going to blog about this myself, but Crooks and Liars has all the links. I was reading this morning about pedophile William Devlin confessing to his attempt to kill Shawn Hornbeck, and Hornbeck convincing him not to by promising to do anything. The first thing that came into my head was O’Reilly’s assertion that Hornbeck didn’t want to escape because he had it pretty good with Devlin, a life that was more fun than the one he had with his parents. No matter how many times people called him on it, no matter how many demands were made from all corners of the media, he wouldn’t back down. He tried “explaining”, and he gave the world a “notpology” (I’m sorry you all have a problem with what I said, essentially) and now it has surfaced again, showing even more what a despicable person he is. Nobody has forgotten, and now his reprehensible statements are being re-aired, so O’R can’t possibly be ignorant of the lingering effect of having said, and defended, something so ignominious. So what will we get this time in response? I’ll betcha it won’t be anything even approaching an apology or retraction. It’ll certainly be worth waiting for, though.