Happy Holidays

Mother turns in her
six-year old daughter for
shop lifting, asks for reward.

It is Christmas Eve. Sugarplums are dancing in my head. We have at least a few presents under the tree, a roof over our heads, and a fine dinner resting easily where it should. I thank the Great Mystery for looking after us so well. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Best Wishes to all. Let us be thankful the Nightmare decade is finally coming to an end. Perhaps there will be better times ahead. Perhaps justice and fair play will win out after all. Perhaps there will be peace and good will on earth. Perhaps Polar Bears, Pygmy Rabbits, and Homo Sapiens will survive, perhaps pigs will fly, hell will freeze over, and someone from the planet Krypton will appear to save us all, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Remember, all we need is love, love is all we need, all we need is love, and it’s a great big wonderful world, on the sunny side of the street, where every cloud has a silver lining, the deer and the antelope play, nothing is heard but an encouraging word, the buzzing of the bees in the cigarette trees, what’s good for GM is good for the country, and Karl Rove is smiling benignly on the country he has created in a mere eight years. But listen, listen carefully, you can hear our ancestors rolling over in their graves.

LKBIQ:
The idea of an incarnation of God is absurd: why should the human race think itself so superior to bees, ants, and elephants as to be put in this unique relation to its maker? . . Christians are like a council of frogs in a marsh or a synod of worms on a dung-hill croaking and squeaking "for our sakes was the world created."

Julian the Apostate
TILT:
Martha, the last passenger pigeon, died in Cincinnati in 1914.