Christmas in Spring?

Not really, but, I found this "funny", and wanted to share it. I'll forget about it by the time Christmas comes around. Or, if I do remember it, people will be so caught up in the holiday, I wouldn't want to mess it up for anyone (like those liberals that should really know better than to read my blog, because they already know that I'm NOT PC, and don't care to be PC). But, this time of year, it's not gonna bother you if I share this funny....well, at least I hope not. I just laughed at this one! Will we ever get back to the Andy Griffith days where truely being nice mattered more than this kind of petty "wording"?

Politically Correct Christmas

On the 12th day of the Eurocentrically imposed midwinter festival, my acquaintance-rape survivor gave to me,

TWELVE males reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual drumming,

ELEVEN pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra made up of members in good standing of the Musicians Equity Union as called for in their union contract even though they will not be asked to play a note...),

TEN melanin-deprived testosterone-poisoned scions of the patriarchal ruling class system leaping,

NINE persons engaged in rhythmic self-expression,

EIGHT economically disadvantaged female persons stealing milk-products from enslaved bovine-Americans,

SEVEN endangered swans swimming on federally protected wetlands,

SIX enslaved fowl-Americans producing stolen nonhuman animal products,

FIVE golden symbols of culturally sanctioned enforced domestic incarceration,

(Note: after members of the Animal Liberation Front threatened to throw red paint at my computer, the calling birds, French hens and partridge have been reintroduced to their native habitat. To avoid further animal-American enslavement, the remaining gift package has been revised.)

FOUR hours of recorded whale songs,

THREE deconstructionist poets,

TWO Sierra Club calendars printed on recycled processed tree carcasses,

And a Spotted Owl activist chained to an old-growth pear tree.

[In the Letters to the Editor, Wall Street Journal, Jan. 6, 1994. Barb Taub, Champaign, Ill.]Source: graceweb