Thursday, December 23, 2004

Let's All Make Merry!

Isn't that what this holiday is all about? Isn't it about being merry and lots of fun music written so everyone can sing them?

Evidently the right wing clerics of the Republican Party think Mr. Bush is wrong to have his White House celebrate as such, at least according to worldnetdaily. It seems these folks are not beneath putting as much pressure as they can on the Shrubster. As far as I'm concerned, and have expressed for a long time, he's hooked up with people who have no morals, just as the neocons have none. Here's how the "journalism" in worldnetdaily puts it:

While President Bush was re-elected last month in an election victory many attributed to an outpouring of support by evangelical Christians impressed with his candid outspokenness about his faith, some Americans notice the White House website lacks even a single mention of Jesus, whose birth is celebrated by hundreds of millions worldwide Dec. 25.

The official White House site proclaims this as the "Season of Merriment and Melody" – not the birth of the Savior of the world.

It won't be long before these folks will be howling like the devil to whip young Georgie into line. The evidence mounts daily, if not worldnetdaily. And, no, as disgusting as their lack of gratitude towards their chosen leader is, it is far from surprising.

I've been away a while, having now completed my move to Philly, and I thought I'd leave you today with some lyrics of a progressive Christmas tune. This is one those folks wouldn't touch, that's for sure, but heard on Stan Rogers' Between the Breaks . . . Live! it will bring you to tears:

First Christmas

This day, a year ago, he was rolling in the snow
With a younger brother in his father's yard.
Christmas break - a time for touching home
The heart of all he'd known, and leaving was so hard -
Three thousand miles away, now he's working Christmas Day
Making double time for "the minding of the store"...
Well, he'd always said he'd make it on his own
He's spending Christmas Eve alone.
First Christmas away from home.

She's standing by the train station, panhandling for change
Four more dollars buys a decent meal and a room.
Looks like the Sally Ann place after all,
In a crowded sleeping hall that echoes like a tomb
But it's warm and clean and free and there are worse places to be,
And at least it means no beating from her Dad
And if she cries because it's Christmas Day
She hopes that it won't show...
First Christmas away from home.

In the apartment stands a tree, and it looks so small and bare
Not like it was meant to be
The Golden Angel on the top, it's not that same old silver star
You wanted for your own
First Christmas away from home.

In the morning, they get prayers, then it's Crafts and tea downstairs
Then another meal back in his little room
Hoping maybe that "the boys" will think to phone before the day is gone
Well, it's best they do it soon.
When the "old girl" passed away, he fell more apart each day
Each had always kept the other pretty well
But the kids all said the nursing home was best
'Cause he couldn't live alone...
First Christmas away from home.

In the Common Room they've got the biggest tree
And it's huge and cold and lifeless,
Not like it ought to be
And the lit-up flashing Santa Claus on top
It's not that same old silver star you once made for your own
First Christmas away from home.

Recommended listening, folks. And it is good to be back, no doubt.