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.”
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.
Donald Trump’s America, it seems, is a land of explicit bigotry, of a political incorrectness that looks a lot like racial prejudice, of a white supremacy bursting out of its confines in the civic attic.
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.
“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.