Chestnuts, open fire, etc.
By I’m off to Virginia for the holidays and — as one of those freaks who actually gets along with his immediate family — will probably be enjoying myself too much to blog for at least a week. I don’t know why, but none of the Noons have discovered religion, voted Republican, or otherwise surrendered their marbles over the years, so there are few of those awkward silences and tense, existential confrontations that mar the average American holiday.
Without being so presumptuous as to speak for Rob, Scott and DJW, I’d like to bestow early holiday greetings to some of our usual (and thoroughly deserving) targets of verbal abuse — Ann Althouse, Glenn Reynolds, Mickey Kaus, Victor Davis Hanson, Assrocket and the rest of the Powerline crew, Treason-in-Defense-of-Slavery Yankee, Jonah Goldberg, Michael Medved, John Podhoretz, Christopher Hitchens, Mark Steyn, and anyone else who has made life just a little more special over the past year. For the love of Christ, please continue to serve up your frothy brew of illogic in the New Year.
As a reminder of the sort of desperate hackery of which you’re all capable, here’s a classic Christmas Eve carol from Bob Owens, who earned the Crooks and Liars award for “Worst Post of 2005” for this foray into the underworld of Christian sexuality. As I said, please — more of this in 2007.