Saturday, November 24, 2007


J. Grant Swank, Jr.

It all comes down to God incarnate.

America cheers “Merry Christmas,” not “Happy Holidays.”

I noted “Merry Christmas” in front of Rose’s Restaurant yesterday. I noted the same on TV shows last week. Last night’s local news kept hyping the lighting of Portland, Maine’s “Christmas tree” in Monument Square.

When in Truro, Nova Scotia last week, I was delighted to see a huge manger scene configured in the Emporium’s large front display window.

Thank you, Jesus.

The Washington Times’ Cheryl Wetzastein confirms that “retailers shouldn’t be shy about wishing customers a ‘Merry Christmas.’”

Well, do tell.


1 comment:

  1. mohammed the prophet impersonator6:45 PM

    Seasonal maledictions and woe unto you Kaffir sons of pigs and monkeys.

    May Allah’s vengeance fall upon you worshippers of the winged idol sodomized by the topmost branch of a conifer sapling. The tree-idol is the ultimate in debauchery, for our beloved Prophet even at his horniest never had carnal relationships with vegetation.

    Moreover you Kaffirs mock the Prophet's mufa’khathat of Ayesha with your blasphemous custom of sitting children on Santa's lap. This practice is an intentionally Islamophobic parody of the hadith in which Mohammad said to Ayesha “Ho! Ho! Ho! Come here little girl and sit on my knee and let’s talk about the first thing that comes up”.

    And of course ‘Santa’ is an anagram of the most secret holy name of Allah. But worst of all, you defile the most sacred symbol of Islam - the mistletoe - by performing your writhing, steaming promiscuous orgies beneath its sacred berries. The mistletoe, by its mode of sustenance, is a holy symbol of the role of the Ummah in Dar al-Harb.

    So, may Allah curse your abominable festivities. May your tinsel tarnish and your balloons deflate. May your turkeys catch bird flu and your Poinsettia
    be consumed by aphids.

    May your elderly relatives give you presents of ill-fitting knitwear and your objectionable in-laws buy drumkits for your children. May your holly scratch you and the wounds turn septic, and may your ivy be of the poisonous variety.

    Inshallah soon all of Dar al-Harb will be Muslim, and your corrupted infidel ******mas Carols will be replaced by the genuine halal versions:

    Little Bomber Boy
    Jingle Belts
    Violent Night
    While Shepherds Screw Their Flocks
    I stoned Mommy for kissing Santa Claus
    Wreck the Halls
    Go Shell Them From the Mountain
    Frosty the Boobytrap
    Repulsive Jews Below
    Oh Come all ye Fanatical
    No-go Town of Bethlehem
    Hijacked Three Ships
    Oh TannenBOOM
    Slay Ride