It’s War on Christmas time again! And just in time for the holidays!
See those red cups up there? Where are the snowflakes? Where are the reindeer? Where are the sleds? Where’s Santa, fer chrissakes?!?!?!?!
I’m telling you, Starbucks really hates the Baby Jesus.
But don’t take it from me. Just ask the experts …
What is it about Christmas that Starbucks are afraid of celebrating? Haven’t they heard it’s the most wonderful time of the year, and the season of good will to ALL men? They should get involved and stop being scrooges.
— Simon Calvert of the Christian Institute
This is a denial of historical reality and the great Christian heritage behind the American Dream that has so benefitted Starbucks. This also denies the hope of Jesus Christ and His story told so powerfully at this time of year.
— Andrea Williams of Christian Concern
Starbucks suggests that these folks have hit the eggnog a bit early, that the company’s annual red cup, the latest edition of which came out last Sunday, is all about peace and harmony and tranquility:
The red cup’s design depicts a different story each year, Starbucks spokeswoman Erin Shane told FoxNews.com. In past years it has presented vintage ornaments and hand-drawn reindeer. This year, it’s about offering space to tell your own story.
“It can be literal, for example, as a blank canvas or it can be taken figuratively,” she said.
Hah! Bumbug! Who is she kidding? What’s the point of discussing things logically when you can get all lathered up over the ridiculous. This is part of the War on Christmas! Conversation over.
Oil Man. Marlboro Man. Same Difference
Timothy Egan’s column in today’s New York Times made my head explode.
Now it’s your turn.
A seat at the children’s table
Have a seat, Chris Christie, Mike Huckabee, Bobby Jindal and Rick Santorum.You failed to make the cut for the Fox Business Channel debate and will not be dining with the adults this time around.
Look at it on the bright side … They have to eat rubber chicken and overcooked filet mignon over there at the grownups’ table. The kids always get hot dogs and pizza, and then they get to run around and make lots of noise and funny faces. It’s much more fun being a kid.
And hey, it could be worse. You could be George Pataki, Lindsey Graham or Jim Gilmore. They didn’t even get invited.
Dr. No: Ben Carson admits fabricating West Point scholarship
Ben Carson’s campaign on Friday admitted, in a response to an inquiry from POLITICO, that a central point in his inspirational personal story was fabricated: his application and acceptance into the U.S. Military Academy at West Point.
The academy has occupied a central place in Carson’s tale for years. According to a story told in Carson’s book, “Gifted Hands,” the then-17 year old was introduced in 1969 to Gen. William Westmoreland, who had just ended his command of U.S. forces in Vietnam, and the two dined together. That meeting, according to Carson’s telling, was followed by a “full scholarship” to the military academy.
West Point, however, has no record of Carson applying, much less being extended admission.
“In 1969, those who would have completed the entire process would have received their acceptance letters from the Army Adjutant General,” said Theresa Brinkerhoff, a spokeswoman for the academy. She said West Point has no records that indicate Carson even began the application process. “If he chose to pursue (the application process) then we would have records indicating such,” she said.
When presented with this evidence, Carson’s campaign conceded the story was false.
Well, hell, there’s a simple explanation for this. Gentle Ben was over in Egypt at the time. Somebody had to build those Pyramids.
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