Aah, ’tis the season for family, friends, eggnog, chipmunks singing Christmas carols — and all-out, no-mercy, blow-’em-all-to-hell war. Not war like in Afghanistan. No, no — this is the far right’s God-awful “War on Christmas.”
Few soldiers thought they would be back nearly 14 years after the U.S.-led invasion that toppled Saddam Hussein, sparking an al Qaeda-backed insurgency and throwing the country into a sectarian civil war. Yet here they are in Mosul, albeit with a fraction of the numbers and a much narrower mission.
“Let us also allow ourselves to be challenged by the children of today’s world, who are not lying in a cot caressed with the affection of a mother and father, but rather suffer the squalid mangers that devour dignity: hiding underground to escape bombardment, on the pavements of a large city, at the bottom of a boat over-laden with immigrants,” said Pope Francis in his Christmas Eve homily.
Character is revealed not by who we are when things are going our way but in the people we become when everything seems to be going wrong. Never have I been more worried about the future of our country, but I’m no quitter.
It is a story that we can imagine transpiring in our own time, among the Central American migrants, homeless in a California border town, or among the Syrian refugees, freezing and hungry in northern Greece. The analogy is clearly lost on politicians like Trump, who not only assure us that we need not concern ourselves with their fate, but that we must coldly spurn small children for the sake of our own comfort and safety.
Invented in London, Christmas cards have assumed a somewhat different role in larger community over a vast piece of land, America. They have become a social mechanism to take stock and check in with each other, to take the measure of what has been gained — and lost.
It is the story of a child born to a carpenter and his wife, the working class of ancient Judea, who lived under the rule of a distant dictatorial regime and its local enforcers. Joseph, Mary, and Jesus were refugees.
This has been a rough year in our lives, even if we harbor no personal grievance because of what is churning out there all around us. Just this once, let’s not rattle off the list. Many of us will continue to stake out our own little patches of righteousness, but this is the time of year when we should at least try to acknowledge the truth of the matter: We are all in this together.
“War on Christmas” whiners need to drop the poor little put-upon martyr act right now. Listen: No religion gets to brand public spaces as their religious property — that includes your. Also, “war” really is hell, with blood, lifelong trauma, and death. So stop pretending you’re in one.
Barack Obama was once the young president with the golden voice. Now he seems like King David shorn of his harp and songs he composed to inspire his people. While I remain in his camp, sweet reason is not going to lull the NRA or ISIS.
When Syrians showed up at a Texas border crossing twice in one week last month amid the national debate about screening Syrian refugees, some immigration officials and lawmakers became alarmed, afraid they might be Muslim terrorists
By John Moritz, McClatchy Washington Bureau WASHINGTON — In a move that’s sure to please train enthusiasts, the 2014 Christmas ornament from the White House Historical Association will be a two-piece locomotive and rail car to commemorate the fateful last journey of President Warren G. Harding. The ornament is a model of the “Presidential Special,” which […]