The reason for the season

It is Christmas time again and the religious complain about not celebrating the reason for the season. The problem is which reason should we use, if any? There are several prophet legends born on December 25th to choose from.

Comedian Bill Maher posted a few on his twitter feed:

Mithra – born 12/25, 12 disciples, died-rose on 3rd day, performed miracles, known as Lamb, “the way the truth the light” 600 yrs before JC

Buddha: 12 disciples, walked on water, fed 500 from ’small basket of cakes’,healed the sick…his mom? A virgin

Krishna:virgin birth, baptized in river,raised dead,carpenter son,persecuted,crucified,ascended to heaven. 1,000 yrs before u-know-who

Horus: announced by star in east on Dec 25, attended by 3 wise men , died, resurrected, mom a virgin…do you see a pattern here?

Or as some one else put it:

Merry misappropriated pagan solstice ritual, everyone.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Another holiday is about to come to an end and I can feel the turkey starting to hit me. I remember back when I was a kid it was all parades on TV until noon, today I couldn’t find a parade at all. Oh, there was parades, they just didn’t show them on TV. All of them have those crap dancing and singing bits on the street.

Just show me the floats and balloons, please. I don’t care that Grease is on Broadway and I didn’t care for the G rated version of “Greased Lighting”.

All I want is all the floats and balloons and Jack Lord at the end telling me “Aloha” from Hawaii leading into the football game at noon.

The football games today – Detroit and the Titans and Dallas and Seattle – were awful. Just awful. I stopped watching after the first half.

My dinner turned out great. I cooked a turkey breast roast, mashed potatoes, cole slaw, and dinner rolls. It hasn’t killed me yet so I must have done it right.

Here is a slide show of my thanksgiving meal:

Holiday Homily from Le Buche de Humanist

A Holiday Homily from Le Buche de Humanist

Book 2 Chapter 7

Lo, go unto Grandma’s house and be merry. Or if thou hate your family, hold thy tongue past dinner.

Eat game bird or tofu which that you are. Sleep during daylight with hand in pants. Watch the Lions get pasted on the grid iron.

If thy pass gas blame the person next to you – loudly.

Book 2 Chapter 8

Give uneaten casserole to dog you don’t like. Send as much leftovers as possible with relative who is not married. The youngest of you shall take the rubbish to the holy can. The oldest of you shall speak ill, even untruths, of those not there, the neighbors, various ethnic and religious groups, and particular political parties. The rest shall pretend not to hear and hope the person speaking falls asleep.

Thirty minutes, and no more or no less, after final spoonful is served, leave the house you have gathered. Tell an untruth if need be. Let thy tongue roll, that had been held, in the comfort of your own keep. Make a promise never to go again that you know you will never keep.