Showing posts with label Santa Claus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Santa Claus. Show all posts

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

FACT: Real Men Don't Engage In This Type Of Behavior




Thank you, Megyn Kelly - and remember, this is what Ann Althouse called "less than nothing,” with she and Glenn Reynolds (with his hair totally on the most exquisitely delusional fire) imagining it's a Christmas anti-white jihad or something equally preposterous:



Ooooh - Megyn Kelly - as deeply influential?


That comment - like most of Glenn's - is just too stupid for words, except:


Good luck with that one, Genius!


I'd think Ann would stop this nonsense by now - it must be the stupid feminist notions she finds attractive:


Surely, Glenn's political track record is starting to speak for itself,...
 

Glenn Reynolds Is The Right's Race-Baiting Blogfather


He's promoting some other gun-toting yahoo, going on about "Apartheid Santa in Los Angeles,” like they forgot the most important thing that spurred apartheid:

The evil whites on the other side of the divide. 

You know, like blacks weren't just minding our own business (black Santas aren't a new phenom in Los Angeles as Glenn and the lunatic imply) when Megyn Kelly decided she just had to inform the nation, and world, of white supremacy's point-of-view. 

No, no, no - all of this is reflective of black racism, you see: 

 Including me saying Fuck Glenn Reynolds.

There ARE evil whites on the other side of this divide,...
 

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

My Love Don't Give Me Presents,...



Oh yeah - I was Charlton Heston at the end of Planet of the Apes or something.



Of course I was.


But it's time to get back on that horse.


Seems to me NewAgers overplayed their hand again, and the "Mayan Apocalypse" - like the "Harmonic Convergence" before it - reduced them to the Republican Party of the spirit world.


Nothing new there, apparently:
The real Santa was truly a rough-and-tumble son of a bitch,…Not only did he smack the bishop, but,…Of all his strong opinions, none matched his hatred of paganism.

And a Merry Christmas! to that!

Celebrate by freely telling "be humble" types to get over themselves.


They wouldn't have been insisting on it if they weren't intimidated or otherwise threatened.


(That's "operating from a position of fear" for those of you keeping score at home.)


Oh, I feel like a bad guy on Batman's old TV show, all yakkity-yak-yak-yak - so quickly:




And starting today - in honor of Ol' Saint Nick - let the beheadings begin,….
 

Friday, December 24, 2010

The Ghosts Of Pagan Christmas' Past (Due Date)

Oh look - Life Magazine has some classic 1941 photos of a depressing Nazi Christmas. Hitler couldn't take Russia so all he could do is sit around with a bunch of lunatics asking, "What do wanna do?" "I don't know, what do wanna do?"

Fucking brutal.

The Daily Mail tells us "the Nazi Christmas was far from traditional", as if we didn't already know that, seeing as we've been lately telling you - over and over - Ol' Adolph was an early NewAger. So, "naturally", he went the "spiritual but not religious" route and "replaced the Christian figure of Saint Nicholas with the Norse god Odin and urged Germans to celebrate the season as a holiday of the ‘winter solstice’, rather than Christmas."

See? Paganism. Just like today! Doesn't that make you feel better about NewAge Pagans and Nazis? They've got shit in common, baby!

Out of sight at the top of the tree behind Hitler was a swastika instead of an angel, and many of the baubles carried runic symbols and iron cross motifs.
Now'a'days, it would be whatever's approved for Eric Holder's "holiday" gatherings (AKA the "Axis of Winter") or a staff meeting of the Oprah Winfrey Network.

My, how times change - but those whackjob "beliefs" must always remain the same!

Monday, December 22, 2008

Critical Thinking: The Greatest Gift Of All

"My 8-year-old son, Caleb, puts his hand on my shoulder; he wears an expression that shows he wants to have a man-to-man talk. 'Dad,' he says, 'I know there's no Santa Claus.' He rattles off his indictments, starting with the pure physics of the enterprise. There's no way one guy can visit every house in a single night. And how does he get into houses with no chimneys? Then there's the matter of zoology -- not a single nature book on our shelves mentions flying reindeer. Perhaps most important for an 8-year-old, there's the weight of public opinion -- none of Caleb's friends believe in Santa any more. He leans close, his voice taking that tone of worldliness that is at once endearing and saddening to a parent. 'He isn't real, is he?'"

-- Tony Woodlief, a Christian, explaining - in an extremely convoluted way - why his kid is smarter than he is, in The Wall Street Journal.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Self-Preservation And The Great Coffin Shake: You've Got No One To Blame (But Yourselves)

It is, both, sad and embarrassing how fucked up the kids of the hippie generation have turned out to be; raised to blame the president for all of it, while wrecking havoc themselves. Politically dumb as a rock about everything but a mirror. Deaf and blind to criticism, or historical significance, there's a distinct possibility they'll be the end of our world, ushering in an age where they themselves will have to answer to the ruthless masters they'd hoped their childish antics would have allowed them to be.

The ultimate slaves to the rhythm, half a man (or woman) with no arms, destined to be cuffed about the head forever because they never did anything to prepare for stopping it. Or, more importantly, because they invited it, like a smoker determined to die. The bastards. I know, I know: as a foster child, I shouldn't call them that. They have no idea what or why they're doing what they're doing. The metaphysically ignorant fools. Right now they're making me cry.

They dream of Sarah Palin. Applaud fake Sarah Palins. They have no idea what to do with the real Sarah Palin. And it just doesn't register. They might as well be interviewing themselves. But that would be stupid because the "smart" ones end up saying humiliating things like:

"Back when I was a mystic, devoutly religious Wiccan priestess, alt-med, tarot-card-reading person, I lived with a constant background radiation of fear."
Convinced conservatives share their twisted outlook. The same conservatives they don't understand. The only people can save them from their backwards intentions. Only intimate with them pushing away.

No sense of touch. No sense of smell. Picking up dust just from crossing a room. Liberals today are just fucking worthless.

I'm their new Santa Claus, now carrying a gun.

And carrying it for my own fucking good.