Yes, it's that time of year again. A time to celebrate with friends and family in a non-offensive multicultually sensitive manner. A time to set the yule log ablaze and ponder just what the hell a "yule log" is anyway. A time for drink. A time for food. A time for the joyful laughter of children opening their presents on Christmas morn'.
And a time to once again see how the drooling fascists at Code Pink would destroy it all.
Well actually, nothing has changed from last year as regards Christmas. So let's just move on to how the Pinkies plan on spending New Year's Eve:
After years of relentless peace activism in the face of topsy-turvy foreign and domestic policies, we have reached a time to revel, be hopeful, and re-energize for the struggles ahead.
Somehow I don't think that "relentless" acivisim in the face of "topsy turvy" politics is what causes these folks to "struggle" on a daily "basis". If you know what I "mean".
Join us in San Francisco on New Year's Eve as we celebrate "Peace In The New Year" with a party as vibrant and raucous as our street demos, pink slip banner drops, and non-stop creative actions!
Yes! Vibrant raucousness! And nothing says "raucous vibrancy" quite like a hippy peace demonstration held by a bunch of myopic hairy-armpitted patchouli-drenched moonbats!
Oh, and don't get me started on those sweet non-stop creative actions! Non-stop creative actions are what makes New Year's Eve special. Why, I remember back in the day when I was a swinging bachelor Foot, and how I always looked forward to doing all those non-stop creative actions with my date after the party. That was sweet.
Although, my dates never had hairy armpits.
Maybe the Pinkies meant something else.