Christmas Spirit

I think a sure sign that the country is closing in on a recession is the lack of Christmas Spirit that's all around. No one has money in the bank, middle-class is no longer a true classification because so many families are living paycheck-to-paycheck because of the rising cost of living, and Retail Sales, Housing, Personal Loans, and Automotive Sales are all down nationwide.

Although the more I think about it - Christmas Spirit has long been vanishing. Of course there's a lack of Christmas Spirit - or any Holiday Spirit - because of the fucking Liberal Douche-Bags get offended by any sort of decoration unless it's perfectly neuter. Hey! I have an idea... Let's just decorate in Beige. It's a safe neutral color that really doesn't mean anything.

The following was written by Ben Stein, and I think it sums things up beautifully - check out the full story at SNOPES.

Herewith at this happy time of year, a few confessions from my beating heart:

I have no freaking clue who Nick and Jessica are. I see them on the cover of People and Us constantly when I am buying my dog biscuits and kitty litter. I often ask the checkers at the grocery stores. They never know who Nick and Jessica are either. Who are they? Will it change my life if I don't know who they are and why they have broken up? Why are they so important? I don't know who Lindsay Lohan is, either, and I do not care about Tom Cruise's wife.

Am I going to be called before a Senate committee and asked if I am subversive? Maybe, but I have no clue who Nick and Jessica are. Is this what it means to be no longer young. It's not so bad.

Next confession: I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful, lit up, bejeweled trees Christmas trees. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are: Christmas trees. It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, "Merry Christmas" to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu. If people want a creche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.

I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat.

Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship Nick and Jessica and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him?

I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where Nick and Jessica came from and where the America we knew went to.