Did nobody actually read the whole article? Even Rachael Maddow given the perfect opportunity 15 minutes ago on MSNBC's Race to the White House didn't debunk this meme that's been going around based on a recent interview.
One day I was rather bored over the summer, I was sitting at my computer doing one of those stupid myspace surveys. I don’t remember exactly what the question was but I answered heart like the Grinch, or Dick Cheney. Then it hit me, how similar Dick Cheney and the Grinch really are. So about two to three hours later I came out with this masterpiece.
I ended up submitting it for my creative writing class, it got an A. So then I sent it into our schools Literary Magazine, the panel of students voted it in unanimously. Sadly, my school principle decided it was too controversial for a high school Literary Magazine.
So I decided to find other places to send it to, I sent it to the New Yorker and it takes about three months to get a reply, so I figured why not put it up on here. So you can tell me if you like this rather clever and sadly oh too true parody. So here it is "How Dick Cheney Stole Christmas."
A Lebanon man alleges he was fired last month by the local Wal-Mart because he refused to dress up as the store's Santa Claus.
A spokesman for the retail giant denied the claim, which was filed this week with the Maine Human Rights Commission on behalf of 27-year-old Christopher Nolan.
In his complaint, Nolan said he thought it was a joke when he was asked on Dec. 8 to fill in as the store Santa Claus at the Wal-Mart on Main Street. He said his co-workers were laughing.
Nolan, who described himself as an atheist who does not believe in Christmas, said he laughed as well and then declined. "I said, 'Uh, no way,'" he said in an interview last month.
Hello, all. I wrote a few weeks ago about Justin and how he had back surgery to repair a congenital defect. All looked well at the time, but things happen. Here is an update for those of you who were interested and expressed your concern, as well as other folks who did not see the original post.
So, I woke up Christmas morning and had trouble walking. My left leg was all tingly, numb and heavy. Figured out eventually that it wasn't just the leg -- it was everything on my left side from face to toes.
I delayed telling anyone ("must have bunged up my back") or doing anything -- didn't want to worry the kids, wanted to avoid medical bills -- in the hopes that it would just go away after I slept a little more.
By the next day, it wasn't any better. The kids were gone, back on their way to Texas, so I wouldn't mess up their holiday. I called a friend who took me into the emergency room (I don't have a "primary care physician").
She was heading to bed on Christmas Eve with her new baby in her arms, as she reached her doorway she stopped and said no!, turning around she slid her chair next to the tree and placed the baby in the chair carefully covering her with a small blanket.
She then again headed to bed. I asked if she was going to take the baby to bed and she replied NO!.
And when the time was near that she should be delivered, Joseph took Mary unto the hospital saying, "She is going to have a baby, and she needeth a doctor's care."
And the hospital administrator spake unto him saying, "Havest thou Blue Cross/Blue Shield?"
And Joseph answered him thus saying, "There is not time, for her labor is intense, and only two minutes separate her contractions one from another."
I know this isn't usual fare around here - even for Christmas - but it is a time for reflection, something I find myself doing a great deal of as I get older. I originally posted this on my own blog last Christmas – a reminder to myself of what Christmas was and how much it had changed. The holidays are a bellwether for me – a measure of how my life is going at any fixed point. I had to create my own Christmas – establish my own traditions. When I was younger, that meant reaching into the past: a Victorian Christmas – candles, Yule logs, 12 days of celebrations, Good King Wenceslas. I wanted my holiday to look lived in – no one suspecting the traditions I adhered to with almost religious zeal were counterfeit.
This isn't about the following song most know, some understand.
Happy Xmas (War Is Over)
A song I kept hearing, over and over each day almost hourly, as my coworkers wanted to listen to Christmas music at the jobsite, so we switched channels, and the canned programming played this a number of times. I kept wondering if there was a message there or if whoever made up the program list really knew what the song was about, or if it was just about Lennon singing about Christmas, much like the Reagan campaign took to 'Born in the USA' as their own, remember that, nobody apparently knowing the words to!
