The Happiest Time of The Year

I hope you're all having a fantastic time on your school break. Of course, if you're not in school, and you have to work, that sucks for you.

This time of the year is very special. It's a time when people of all races, creeds and nationalities, the old, the young, the rich, the poor, the blind, deaf and mute, those without a sense of smell or taste, those without tactile sensation, the linguistically challenged, the people that always forget where they parked, and even those working late shifts at Denny's can all join hands and celebrate the historic, magical event that happened on this very night: the birth of Chasing Ducks.

Jake has informed me that there's a quaint little holiday around this time of year called "Christmas." There are even Christmas decorations in some stores.

And, in keeping with today's racially sensitive culture, they've made both white and black Santas.

The real Saint Nicholas was Turkish. Damned racists!


Oh, and here's a good one: Two different Nativity scenes.

Each has its own race-specific message.


"Oh, glory to the heavens on high! This night is born to us a saviour!"



"Aw, yeah! We got us a messiah up in here!"

Again, Jesus was not Anglo-Saxon or African American. He was Jewish.


"Oy vey! A saviour has been born to us, he has!"