"F" P.C. .... Merry Christmas!

Since I don't post every day, I didn't want to pass up this opportunity to wish each and every person who stumbles across this blog, or goes to it deliberately a "MERRY CHRISTMAS"!

This post was inspired as all posts are by something. That something was a Facebook post that a friend of mine from childhood did.

She said "I celebrate Christmas so feel free to say 'Merry Christmas!' to me without worry of offense. "

I replied to her as follows:

"People who get offended by hearing Merry Christmas (even if they don't celebrate it, or aren't Christian) are over reacting. In fact, I don't think many people actually take offence. I think more people worrying about being pollitically correct (businesses etc.) worry about it more than a non-Christian does. I'm guessing that roughly 75% of the American population is Christian. So those who are actually offended need to get over it. I'm not Jewish, but if someone said Happy Hanukkah to me, it wouldn't offend me. I don't partake in going out and trick or treating any more now than my children are older. And it doesn't offend me when someone says Happy Halloween. Hell, other than the really cute little ones on Halloween, the holiday in general with teenagers not even dressed in costumes, begging for free candy really actually bugs me. My point being; Me thinks people go a wee bit too far with the pollitically correct bullshit. Even if someone isn't Christian, take the phrase "Merry Christmas" in the spirit of the holiday season as a well wish, kind of like "Good morning". It's certainly not something you should take offense too. I can guarantee you any Christian wishing another person well wishes around the holiday season means no offense to any one when they say "Merry Christmas" to you.So yes, Sarah, Merry Christmas to you and yours."

And to all my readers. Merry Christmas to you.

Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the Night Before Christmas

For Bikers

Author Unknown

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the pad,

There was nada happenin', now thats pretty bad.

The woodstove was hung up in that stocking routine,

In hopes that the Fat Boy would soon make the scene.

With our stomachs packed with tacos and beer,

My girl and I crashed on the couch for some cheer.

When out in the yard there arose such a racket,

I ran for the door and pulled on my jacket.

I saw a large bro' on a '56 Pan

Wearin' black leathers, a cap, and boots (cool biker, man).

He hauled up the bars on that bikeful of sacks,

And that Pan hit the roof like it was running on tracks.

I couldn't help gawking, the old guy had class.

But I had to go in -- I was freezing my ass.

Down through the stovepipe he fell with a crash,

And out of the stove he came dragging his stash.

With a smile and some glee he passed out the loot,

A new jacket for her and some parts for my scoot.

He patted her fanny and shook my right hand,

Spun on his heel and up the stovepipe he ran.

From up on the roof came a great deal of thunder,

As that massive V-twin ripped the silence asunder.

With beard in the wind, he roared off in the night,

Shouting, "Have a cool Yule, and to all a good ride!"

 
Ride on,
Torch