Lord knows that I am no flame-throwing anarchist who stumbles about saying and doing things only to irritate good people. That is not my modus operandi, regardless of what creditors and my ex-wife may be charging.
Nonetheless, it seems fitting at this time of year to “Cast My Fate to the Wind,” and to speak unabashed about that which I believe, without undue regard to political correctness.
As they used to say, “Let it All Hang Out!”
Thus, and therefore, acting against the counsel of my lawyer and psychiatric team, I hereby plunge headfirst into the world of defiance and wicked decadence.
I do so by exclaiming the following greeting from the top of my keyboard:
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
And, no, I did NOT forget Kwanzaa, Hanukah, or Ramadan.
And I most assuredly did NOT mean Happy Holidays, the neutered, politically correct double talk that has gained favor with so many ACLU-bullied wussies. Nor was Feliz Navidad on the tip of my tongue, since that is the glad tiding one would expect from illegal aliens and other criminals, mostly Democrats.
I said exactly what I meant, without apologies or hesitation. I said it, and already I hear the manic screams of sirens outside my padded cell.
What to do?
The only thing a sane person would do. Repeat the “sounding joy” and again say:
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
And so it is.
John W. Lillpop is a recovering liberal. “Clean and sober” since 1992 when last he voted for a Democrat. For years, John lived in the San Francisco Bay Area, the very liberal sanctuary city which protects, rather than prosecutes, certain favored criminals. John escaped the Bay Area in May and now lives in Pine Grove California where conservative values are still in vogue.
