A few of my friends are angry over a man killing his stepdaughter as she entered the house. (They, of course see this as more gun violence.) Still others are aghast that A&E fired some duck caller guy for being a stupid, ignorant racists and homophobe. There are those who live around me who wish the Obama's dead. Others want them anointed for life as rulers of America. We try not to have these groups over at the same time, especially if alcohol is being served.
Friends of mine in Utah support gay rights and the rights of LGBT to marry as they see fit. Others we know in that wonderfully snowy state think it is the beginning of the end.
My vegan friends still think I am going to hell for eating the curds and whey, as well as the Whataburger and medium rare Ruth's Chris steak. My Ford friends won't speak to my Chevy friends and neither of those two groups will even acknowledge that my wife and I drive cars made by the Third Reich. (Heaven forbid if they knew I used to work for a car company from the land of the rising sun!)
But hey, it's Christmas. A holiday designed to sell a great deal of retail merchandise to celebrate the birth of a man who preached giving your coat and alms to the poor.
Giving to the poor is a great idea. But there are friends of mine on the right that think any handout is an act of communism. So you see, there is no pleasing anyone at this season. Which is why I am giving all my conservative friends a special gift this season. I am donating to Planned Parenthood in their names.
God bless you one and all. And may you have a great holiday filled with beautifully wrapped gifts, loads of eggnog (splashed liberally with good Kentucky Bourbon) and relatives out the wazoo.
Merry Christmas.
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