Category — Holidays

To those who gave, those who give
and to those who believe…

What feminism hath wrought is simple: if men are to treat women as equals, then they will treat them like men—or at best, they will not treat them like women. [snip]

Is this ever true. Believe it. Putting up with the garbage is not in the plan.

After 25 years of unmarried monogamy (and still ongoing), I can tell you, there is only one rule I use. If she doesn’t like it, she can GET OUT. Right now, don’t et the door hit you in the butt. It works simply because it is right, don’t stay where you don’t like it!

[snip]
Now, because we’re guys, certain things have a disproportionate effect on both the good and bad things: on the good side, sex, food and shared interests being probably the best examples; on the bad, infidelity, constant nagging and invasion of privacy constitute the negative. The degree of each, good or bad, will vary among individual men, of course. Some men will put up with almost anything if the sex is of the “bed on fire” variety, for instance, while others will walk out of a relationship for something as trifling as compulsory weekly visits to Mom (hers).[snip]

And screw e-harmony too!

Archived in: Economy, Feminism, Holidays

Maybe Ron Paul is right about our becoming isolationist.

Ambulance service receives emergency call every 8 seconds as Binge Britain welcomes in 2008

(Many photos for illustrative purposes)

Binge-drinking revellers fuelled a chaotic start to 2008 as over-stretched ambulance workers battled to cope with emergency calls flooding in at a peak of one every eight seconds.In the capital alone the London Ambulance Service had to deal with its highest number of emergency calls since the Millennium - the majority related to excess alcohol.

Even the 1962 Horace Greeley HS, Chappaqua beer bashes didn’t reach this level. They were fairly disgraceful on their own, BUT remember, back then , no nanny state, no DUI laws, 18 cut it. All was legal.
I lived one town away, however in that school district; we were not social equals. Therefore, I was deprived of the opportunity to throw up on some bozos $80,000 Persian rug as well as abase myself.

Nickel-dime millionaires bought a big house, joined the GC, put their kids in the school system, drove taxes to heretofore unheard of heights, then went financially t*ts up.

This “partying” in “Merrie Olde” is redolent of the same class of fools.

From NER to all our readers.

PLUS, for the Islamotards,

A bit more levity for this season.

I consider this very correct!

Paraphrasing Kingsley Amis, inoffensive art is worthless.

Christmas is over. We’re all a little touchy.

In observance of the post-Christmas melancholy and raw nerves, in anticipation of the New Year’s Resolutions we’ll all break within a week, and to arm yourself against the lib next door who wished you “Happy Holidays” even though you had a creche on your lawn, remember the words of Darren McGavin in “A Christmas Story“. Words to live by:

“You wart mundane noodle!”

“You schottin shiskafaskafa!”

“You snort tunger!”

“Lay monger snacka shacocker!”

“Notafingah!”

“You filthy piston helckin!”

“You whip mauker!”

“Smelly wump wussler”

“Grab dump fratin’ house stickel fifer!”

“You bladder pussknot grapah!”

“You dortin donobado!

For that VERY special occasion, repeat this from Furnace Battle Number One….

“Ah blasted! You two blurt rattle flat camel flirt! You blotta battle beast jerdoff brat! Stana once sat brada, frada, rada, rada, smelly wump wussler! Drab dump fratin’ house stickel fifer!”

There are other golden expressions I haven’t listed here, especially the phonetic one McGavin barely disguises in use for the Bumpus’s dogs.

The movie is gone for another year, but not this wonderful dialogue. Use it, ahem, liberally.

From all of us here at NE Republican!

Only a lawyer and a politician could screw up something like this:

‘Insane’ red tape reins in lil’ Santa’s gift sleigh for Everett victims

Political red tape, and not a blown bulb in Rudolph’s red nose, has grounded a pint-sized Santa Claus’ miracle mission to deliver toys and clothing to the victims of this month’s tanker-truck catastrophe in Everett.

Mayor John F. Hanlon told the Herald that because of the massive recalls of misfit toys manufactured in China with lead paint, novelties dropped off to make the Christmases of nine displaced children a little merrier are instead quarantined at the Everett Armory.

And that’s just where the brand-new electronic and board games, trucks, blocks and crayons 10-year-old Peter-Anthony Hereu of Wellesley has collected will be dumped at the insistence of the city’s attorneys, Hanlon regrettably confirmed.

“It’s the liability,” Hanlon explained. “If you trip on ice, trip on a stair, trip on a present, we’re going to get sued. I don’t know what to do with the toys. We’re holding on to them until next year. A little kid 10 years old, I don’t want him to be disappointed.”

Neither do the fifth-grader’s parents, Peter and Judy Hereu, who yesterday threatened to load up a fleet of vehicles with toys and go looking for the needy tots themselves.

“He still believes in Santa,” his mom said. “I’m riding that until the wheels fall off.”

She called Everett’s fear of litigation “insane” considering 47 residents, burned out of their homes Dec. 5 by a rig that rolled over on Sweetser Circle and unleashed a flood of gasoline-fueled fire on a neighborhood, are hurting for the holidays.

“I can’t believe the world is like this,” she said. “This is why people are hesitant to give of their time and money. That’s what Christmas is all about: giving.” [Snip]

Even after the family scoured the donations for any hint of “Made in China,” Hanlon’s office told the Hereus thanks, but no thanks, to both toys and clothes.

When reached by the Herald yesterday, Hanlon agreed to accept new clothing. He’ll also take the toys off their hands, but reiterated they’ll meet an unknown fate at the armory. The Hereus want the toys to go straight to the families.

Peter-Anthony’s father said he has only told his son they are waiting on an address to make the delivery.

“I want him to take away from this that one person can make a difference,” the proud papa said. “And he did make a difference.”

Do the right thing Everett and distribute the toys. Otherwise you’ll be forever remembered as the Grinch who stole Christmas!

Here’s an interesting article on Christmas traditions. But for those of you not interested in carrying hay around your church three times on Christmas Eve to ensure fatter cattle in the new year, there are simpler ways to bring yourself good fortune. For example, we burn a Bayberry candle taper for good luck on Christmas Eve until it goes out. It’s a tradition that my family has practiced for a number of generations and apparently dates back to colonial times.

If you have family Christmas traditions, feel free to share them in the comments section below.

From Silent Night: The Story of the World War I Christmas Truce:
(Link to Book)

December 19th, 1914 -
Lt Geoffrey Heinekey, new to the 2nd Queen’s Westiminster Rifles wrote to his mother, “A most extradordinary thing happened…some Germans came out and held up their hands and began to take in some of their wounded and so we ourselves immediately got out of our trenches and began bringing in our wounded also. The Germans then beckoned to us and a lot of us went over and talked to them and they helped us to bury our dead. This lasted the whole morning, and I talked to several of them and I must say they seemed like extraordinarily fine men…It seemed too ironical for words. There, the night before, we had been having a terrific battle, and the morning after there we were, smoking their cigarettes and they smoking ours (p 5).”

“…As night fell on Christmas Eve the British soldiers noticed the Germans putting up small Christmas trees along with candles at the top of their trenches and many began to shout in English “We no shoot if you no shoot (p. 25). The firing stopped along the many miles of the trenches, and the British began to notice that the Germans were coming out of the trenches toward the British who responded by coming out to meet them. They mixed and mingled in No Man’s Land and soon began to exchange chocolates for cigars and various newspaper accounts of the war which contained the propaganda from their respective homelands. Many of the officers on each side tried to prevent the event from occurring but the soldiers ignored the risk of a court-martial or of being shot.”

Such is, or used to be, the power of this important Christian occasion. It still is for us. A wish for peace, and a Joyous Christmas, from me to everyone, Christian or otherwise, everywhere…and especially to the faithful folks here at New England Republican.