Merry Christmas whether you like it or not

You read it right; Merry CHRISTmas, as in "May you celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ." Despite the mewling of the Politically Correct crowd, and the protestations of the atheists, the reason for Christmas IS the celebration of Jesus Christ. True, it was decided to celebrate this event as a politically expedient way to co-opt the Pagans, but that does not dilute the importance of the life and death of The King of Kings.

Now I, as a Christian, have faith in the story of The Immaculate Conception and the Divinity of Jesus Christ. The contradictions and paradoxes throughout the Bible require faith in order to reconcile the known with The Word. We KNOW that immaculate conception is not possible. But according to The Bible it happened. Thus, one must have faith.

Still, even if you dismiss the Divinity if Jesus and scoff at the notion of Immaculate Conception, you still have cause to celebrate the life of Jesus. The religion that arose from the worship of this man was the catalyst for the rise and ascendancy of Western Civilization. Before Christianity took hold, the world was a place where the weak, infirm, old, and feeble were simply prey for those whose strength, brains, or position in society made it possible to steal from or kill them for pleasure or profit.

From the Roman Empire to the Asian Dynasties, consideration for one's life depended on political connection, tribal affiliation and strength, and wealth. The death of those of noble blood was considered a tragedy and was mourned. Sacrifices were made, huge temples built, and feasts were held. A commoner who died at the same moment as the nobleman was lucky to even be buried. Often as not, their corpses were devoured by scavengers.

Jesus taught that those less fortunate should be shown mercy, the sick should be cared for, the poor should be lifted up, and the infirm ministered. It was His teaching that gave rise to the notion that those in power had a duty to protect their citizens and allow them to rise above the circumstances in which they were born.

While not a perfect progression, the trials and tribulations involving Christianity and its spread through the world would, and has, filled volumes. The one irrefutable fact is this; Divine or not, Jesus' teachings were instrumental in changing for the better the hearts of men across the globe. That in itself is worthy of celebration.

You just can't win with the TSA Chesters

Ya know, you let them paw through your luggage, feel up your wife molest your kids, and your crotch and then they piss and moan about being called names. So, when this guy tried to make it easy on them, they STILL insisted on feeling him up. Is there any doubt at all that these assholes have more than just "security" in mind when they take this job?

A McWopski Christmas (rant)

I'll be blunt; I hate The Holidays. Specifically, I hate Christmas. Not what it represents, but what it has become. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that the original reason it was set in December was so that the early Christians could co-opt the Pagan Festivals during Winter Solstice. To me, that indicates that this was not so much a celebration of the birth of Jesus as it was a political maneuver.

I hate what we, as a culture have done to Christmas. Instead of being a celebration of The King of Kings, The Prince of Peace, The Lamb of God, it has become a seasonal orgy of consumerism and greed. I actually know people who gauge the esteem in which they are held by their family by the extravagance of the presents they receive. And while the shopping frenzy usually begins on Black Friday, the rumblings of things to come can be seen earlier and earlier each year. I can still remember a local appliance retailer in my hometown parodying the phenomenon by having a "4th of July Christmas Sale" The only celebrating going on during the season is by those in the retail business because they know that they are about to reap huge profits in the spirit of Christian love.

And then there is Santa Claus. In what sane culture is the perpetrator of hot prowl burglaries considered to be a hero? Look, I grew up in Detroit. If you woke up in the middle of the night and found some stranger in your house, I don't care what he was wearing or what his stated purpose was, the only appropriate response was a Louisville Slugger to the head or, even better, a hail of hollowpoints to the center of his mass. Most offensively, the myth of Santa Claus is yet another Christian figure whose name and good works have been hijacked by those who neither know nor care about the truth.

Another thing that I loathe to the core of my being, is the music. A bunch of smarmy, obnoxious crap; Christmas music is one of the most heinous crimes ever committed with a musical instrument. Some of it is actually frightening: "He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows if you've been bad or good..." sounds more like an ominous warning than a description of some jolly fat man. Ironically, my current job requires me to spend all day in an environment where this shit is inflicted upon me over and over and over and over and over and over again. I try to explain to them that having different people sing the same seven songs isn't variety, and I try to explain to them that Amnesty International considers repetitive music a form of torture, but my protests are ignored. And while pop music performers line up to protest the use of their music to offend a bunch of flea-bitten terrorists, my co-workers and I can't even get the management to change the CD in the music system for a couple of hours. And believe me, after nine hours of seven different renditions of "Winter Wonderland", I'm ready to kick over a manger.

However, aside from the rampant consumerism, and the musical excrescence, the thing that galls me the most, the thing that just taxes my self control to its limits, is the way that Jesus Christ has been almost completely eliminated from the holiday that was supposed to be a celebration His birth.

See, I'm a Christian. Not a great one, probably not even a good one. I tend to agree with Gandhi when he said, "I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians." And, for the sake of clarity, I'm not a very likable Christian either. However, right is right and X-ing Christ out of CHRISTmas is just wrong. It is also symptomatic of a bigger issue: Christians are being marginalized and ostracized from this country. It's considered completely okay to portray Jesus as a gay man, or to place a Christian religious icon in a jar of urine and call it "art", but should someone dare to express gratitude to God for their life, liberty, or achievements, they are punished, if they dare to express their faith in public, they are arrested even though it is perfectly legal to do so! Worse, Christians that wish to engage those of other faiths in a meaningful dialogue are prevented from doing so with the approval and assistance of the agents of the state. Nativity scenes have been eliminated from the public eye because they offend people, and school employees daring to associate with Christians on their own time is grounds for disciplinary action,

So, for me, the holidays are just the amplification of all that is wrong with America. How will I celebrate? I will give presents to my children, I will pray that my Christian brethren stop emulating the girly-man Jesus we've been spoon fed for decades and start emulating the Jesus that kicked ass on the moneylenders, called the Pharisees a "brood of vipers" and died on the cross because it was His duty to do so. Our future depends on it, Christian men need it, and praying is always a good idea.

Then I'll start writing the lyrics to a new Christmas song. I've already titled it "Hey Santa, Kiss My Ass!"

The Chesters in Action

Watch how they make it a game. It seems innocent enough until you think about it; this kid is being conditioned to be a good, docile, little Multi-Use Labor Element that will give his molesters no resistance. Watch it twice and learn what America dying looks like.

And while you're at it, think about this; while the Chesters are exposing your wife's breasts, fondling your child's naked torso, dumping piss on you, and putting their hands in your pants, keep in mind that the reasons given are to keep us safe from terrorists. Of course, there may be a few flaws with that argument.

Rise of the Chesters

Way back in my misguided youth, I read 'Hustler' magazine. One of the monthly features was a comic, titled 'Chester the Molester', that chronicled a child-molester's plots to entice a young girl named Dorothy Arlene into his clutches. One unintended consequence of this execrable feature was that inmates in various prisons nicknamed child molesters 'chesters', as in, "Tonight, a couple of the Chesters are getting a beatdown."

I put forth that we, the outraged citizens of this nation, extend that moniker to those that inflict public strip searches upon our children. So I, McWopski, hereby decree that those employed by the Total Sexual Assault organization shall no longer be identified by the noble, and wholly undeserved, title of 'Agent'. They shall now, and until this perfidy against the citizens of the United States of America has forever ceased, be referred to as 'TSA Chesters'.

Veteran's Day: Why we remember

I want to introduce you to someone: a young man full of promise that has huge obstacles to overcome before he can get on with his life. His name is Corporal Todd Nicely, USMC. When you read his story and watch the video, don't dwell on his injuries because he certainly doesn't seem to. Instead, look at the man. He's 26, married, and has his whole life ahead of him. Think about that; he's 26. In terms of the military, that makes him an old man.

The next time you watch a movie involving the military, look carefully at those portraying the soldiers; they tend to be twenty or thirty something with square jaws, chiseled features and straight teeth. They are an illusion. When you watch a movie about the War Between the States, and you see row upon row of pot-bellied, superannuated reenactors advancing across the battlefield, you are being lied to.

The next time you watch a news broadcast about the war in the Middle East, notice how they focus on helicopters, tanks, humvees and long shots of the Soldiers or Marines as they go about their tasks. This is deception. Soldiers faces are displayed only when it serves the purpose of the reporter, and they are carefully vetted to insure that they are photogenic enough for the task.

I say these things because the men and women that get sent to far away places to do things that lesser individuals cannot conceive of, are kids. I do not say that pejoratively for in their achievements and their dedication to this nation, they are far more deserving of the title "American" than those that watch the war on TV. But they are YOUNG.

It has always been this way.

When you read a history book, and you learn of men like Audie Murphy, John Basilone, or Ross McGinnis, keep in mind that these men did what they did in the prime of their life. When you see that old man with the baseball cap embroidered with "USS Saratoga", the middle-aged bald guy with the faded "Airborne" tattoo, the intense, self-assured woman wearing a jacket adorned with the insignias of various Air Force bases, or the muscular young man with the Globe and Anchor t-shirt announcing to the world that he is a Marine, remember that they all have one important thing in common; they sacrificed a large part of their youth, signed on the dotted line, and took upon themselves the responsibility of protecting this country. In some cases, they served only as a deterrent to this nation's enemies, ready to do whatever it took to preserve our liberty.  Some, like John Basilone and Ross McGinnis made the ultimate sacrifice. Most, served, survived, and came home.

Corporal Nicely survived, but he left a good portion of himself on the battlefield. Certainly not the best of him, but definitely enough to remind him every day of the price of liberty. I present him to you, not as some sort of macabre freak show, but as a reminder that above all of the vagaries of political whim, beyond all of the bickering about left and right, and more real than any pseudo-sympathy expressed by some expensively coiffed talking head, are the men and women in uniform that have dedicated themselves to higher ideals than personal gratification, accumulation of wealth, or acquisition of power. Regardless of your opinion about the military, the war in the Middle East, or the current political situation, take a moment to think about them, remember them, and say a quick prayer for them. They are certainly worth at least that.

Voting, angry or otherwise

I won’t waste time trying to convince you to vote one way or another; if you haven’t figured out who you’re voting for by now, throwing out names won’t help you. However, I do have a bit of advice that I think will help. Take a look around and take stock of your circumstances. Are you financially better off than you were when Hope and Change took effect? Are we, as a nation, more secure than we were when W was in office? Are we freer than we were when Obama took office and installed his shiny new administration? Are the troops coming home from the Middle East as promised? If the answer to any or all of these questions is ‘NO’, you have your answer.


Speaking of voting, I have heard many of the talking news heads mewling about how “angry” the voters are and how they are “reacting out of anger.” Ignore them. We’ve been angry since Bush the Elder reneged on his “no new taxes” pledge. We were angry when Billy Jeff sold us to China, turned the White House into a cheap, hourly-rate motel, and used an intern for a humidor. We’ve been angry since Baby Bush exhibited his willingness to respond to foreign aggression and his dedication to preserving our freedom by ignoring the swarms of illegal aliens flooding across our borders while simultaneously saddling us with onerous air travel regulations and the largest expansion of government bureaucracy in this nation’s history. Oh! And lest we forget, out of control spending that required someone of either monumental incompetence or the most sinister of motives to exceed.

This brings us to Obie.

President Obie was bringing Hope and Change to the nation. He was going to undo all of the damage that Baby Bush had caused with his tax cuts and out of control spending. He was going to bring healthcare to the poor, prosperity to the downtrodden, and peace to our nation. What he has accomplished in his short time in office was to ram Obamacare down our throats despite the fact that 72% of the people were against it, flushed trillions of dollars down the toilet by rewarding corporations for failing to adhere to any semblance of common sense while simultaneously dwarfing the amount of Baby Bush’s spending.

Angry? You don’t know the half of it. The politicians of this election cycle should consider themselves lucky that the anger is being expressed by way of the voting booth instead of makeshift gallows around the country.

In closing I have a couple of things to say to those running for office;

Democrats, pay heed to what you are experiencing. The average American is perfectly happy with your lunacy if you leave his/her property, money, and freedom alone. You can get away with such nonsense as the creation of the Welfare State as long as the economy is doing well and the cost of living is relatively low. Once your cockamamie schemes result in Joe Sixpack having to sacrifice his quality of life in order to provide for someone who has neither the intent nor the desire to improve their station in life, Joe gets angry and votes accordingly.

Republicans, if you have a decisive victory on November 2, you need to realize THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE! Conservatives fell for it when Newt Gingrich was crowing about the “Contract with America”. We were promised that the new faces in Congress would work for smaller government, lower taxes, and more liberty. What we got was a display of internecine warfare as the Old Guard fell upon the Freshmen and insured that they would not upset the status quo. We saw a new promise when Baby Bush was given a green light by the election of Republican majorities in both houses. His lackluster domestic policies and his obsequious appeasement of the radical left did nothing but reveal the GOP to be a party of eunuchs led by a moron. Fail to revert to your conservative roots this time and you can watch your voter base dissolve as they seek out a party that has the resolve and the desire to stand firm against the creeping tide of collectivism. Meanwhile, you will suffer the cruelest fate any politician can face; you will be irrelevant.