Ya know, I was all set to pen some snarky post about how people just need to get over themselves, highlighting all the manner of mental flatulence surrounding peoples’ bizarre and over-compensating back-bending with regards to political correctness and not “offending” anyone with the grim specter of a baby in a manger.
But then I figured, screw it. Screw them. They aren’t worth the trouble.
If you are so insecure in your personal beliefs or religious convictions that the sight of someone else celebrating their faith traditions is just THAT unsettling, then you’ve got a lot bigger problems than just being “offended.” I’m sure extensive counseling and perhaps an aggressive course of psychotropic medication could be helpful in dealing with your “issuses.”
See, me, I don’t understand how the sight of cross around a neck is something to be avoided as being potentially “offensive,” but the sight of a traditional head scarf or a penitent on a prayer rug facing Mecca is just something I’m supposed to embrace as diversity. Why I can celebrate Earth day in honor of defending Mother Gaia, but a jolly man in a red suit and a bunch of reindeer is of such deep concern because of the clear religious “undertones.” Heaven forbid we have “undertones.”
Ah heck. Here I’ve gone and done it. That snarky post I was trying to avoid.
I just have a hard time taking seriously some twittering, hand-wringing Prog busy-body with nothing better to do with her time than worry about who might be offended by the idea of a Savior sent to earth by a loving God.
Perhaps it is the overall disregard with which this crowd holds babies in the first place. I’m sorry, I meant to say “unwanted fetus” there. Of course, we have to realize that these are people that bring their kids to a pro-abortion rally. Wrap your head around that one.
Because, you see, I really do understand. I understand that this is not about preserving anything, it’s not about protecting anyone’s china-glass sensitivies or tender wittle feelings. It can’t be. It’s simply too preposterous to lend any credence whatsoever to the idea that someone is “offended” by Christmas.
I’m offended by human sacrifice, genital mutilation, gassing the Kurds, grown men having sex with pre-teen boys, mass graves, car bombings, biological weapons, concentration camps, dumbass rioters burning cars, human trafficking, child prostitution, drug dealers and gang bangers.
I am NOT, however, offended by Christmas. I’m not offended by Kwanza; amused perhaps, but certainly not offended. I am not “offended” by Hanukkah or Eid al-Adha or Ramadan.
To me, this isn’t about preserving anyone’s views…it’s about quietly, inexorably silencing one.
Let’s keep this in perspective, shall we folks? And to help you all keep it in perspective, I’m going to engage in a little civil disobedience. I’m going to wish you a Merry Christmas, and if you get all frothed up and offended, well, I’m just going to let that be your problem, not mine. I’m going to wear my cross over the top of my green and red Christmas sweater when I go shopping at the “Holiday” sales at the mall. I’m going to send out Christmas cards with a manger scene and angels and all that other chest-clutchingly disturbing religious imagery, and if it bothers you that much, you can throw the card away.
Cuz you see, my problem is that I expect people to act like grown-ups. I expect people to learn to get along, and not required that I be censored and discriminated against just so they don’t get a bad case of the vapors when their precious little world view isn’t all coddled and stroked and cooed over.
I’m just wierd that way. So, please. Have a Merry Christmas. Or don’t. It’s a free country.
Here’s last years post. Jeez, I’m predictable.
Get over yourself. I don’t require you to celebrate Christmas. I DO require you to let ME celebrate Christmas. That’s not called intolerance. It’s called f-r-e-e-d-o-m.