I am not writing this to put a damper on anyone’s Holiday (Christmas) Spirit at all, but I think most people who read my articles will already be on board with this essay.
First of all, the big phony debate about the “war on Christmas” is another “shiny key” of the ruling class to distract us from its support of such things as real wars that murder people and demolish infrastructure. Low-liars like Bill O’Reilly of Fox Noise don’t mind these real wars, but just say, “Happy Holidays” and you are evil!
Secondly, and selfishly, on my part, the last time I saw my son Casey alive was 10 years ago at Christmas. In March he deployed overseas and on 04 April of 2004, he was killed. I remember the first Christmas that we endured without him, I was in a department store buying gifts for my other children, and I had to run out of the store because I had a powerful urge to close up on myself and scream by lungs out. After 10 years and four grandbabies, this time of year is a little easier, but I have learned to live without Casey as I imagine that I would learn to live without an arm or a leg. Millions of people have experienced similar Imperial-loss since 9/11/2001 and my sorrow extends that many times.
We know that this Season is a lonely and painful season for many, not just me, but I have a growing concern about the growing homelessness rate. One article says that 20,000 people PER NIGHT are homeless in Los Angeles and another article tells us that in three weeks in one of the wealthiest communities in the country, San Francisco, seven homeless people have frozen to death. Here in the states, and my state, there are five empty housing units for every homeless person, but the systemic concern is for the banks and not the person. This is a trend that can be reversed, but only when we force the change.
“Santa Claus” is not a socialist, because from the youngest of ages, we who are not born of the parasitic one-percent recognize that he must love rich kids more than us. Furthermore, we are subliminally conditioned to accept this lot as the way things are and that rebellion is disordered. Under-advantaged children in the Oakland area are writing to Santa for necessities, and as sad as this is, the even sadder thing is, many of them won’t even have those wishes fulfilled: Especially the heartbreaking requests that Mom/Dad gets a job this year. Besides the unemployed and underemployed, Grammy and Poppa are losing the pensions they slaved away for decades so the Capitalist class can support their addiction to immoral excess. I wish the stories I have quoted were isolated incidents, but the problem of poverty and want is widespread.
Many people will debate all day long if our economy is “Capitalist,” “Corporatist,” "Socialist (LOL)," or “Fascist,” but at this time of year especially, I am convinced we live in an era of modern day “Scrooge-onomics.” The gap between the “haves and have-nots” is widening at an alarming rate, but there is also a “compassion” gap that only we can close.
It is said, the older one gets, the less he/she wants, but the things we do want can’t be bought. This is my holiday list: I want Peace on Earth, for real, not just a Hallmark card. I want everyone in a warm home. I want everyone’s bellies to be satisfied with healthy and plentiful food. I want everyone to have a good job, or a basic guaranteed income. I want our prisons emptied of non-violent offenders and aggressive rehabilitation for the rest. I want healthcare and education as rights, not privileges. I want more resources devoted to mental-healthcare. I want families to stop being divided by the crimes of the government. All of my dreams could easily become realities if the US ended its devotion to the over-bloated military budget and started investing in helping people, not killing them.
I am not greedy; I want greed to end as basic human needs are fulfilled.
In my honest opinion, it doesn't matter if you say, "Merry Christmas," or "Happy Holidays." Words are cheap and hypocrisy is costly; don't look away from those less fortunate than you, and there's always someone less fortunate that you, unfortunately.
Merry/Happy, the best we can, wherever we are.