Stop. Hurting. Christmas.

James Wolcott with one of his reliably dead-on take-downs of a wingnut mythos.

This "fear of Christmas" is a phantom menace conjured every year so that certain crybaby Christians can adopt victim status and model a pained expression over the sad fact that not everyone around them isn't carrying on like the Cratchits.

Indeed. I'm about to choke on the amount of Christ in Christmas this year. Why don't they complain about all the non-denominational people like myself who only take part in the crass consumerism of the season? At least that would be legit.

I would also like to know how many of the folks that are getting their panties in a bunch know the real story of Christmas and would they be willing to fight Oliver Cromwell to the death to celebrate it? After all, this country wasn't founded by "Christians," but by Puritans. You know, the dudes with the funny hats? Yes, I know that makes me a hater, but I'm just sayin'...