Bill Maher, from last year's Politically Incorrect Xmas episode. It still applies:
Now, being our last show of the year, I'd like to make a plea tonight for world peace. Oh, I know what you're saying. "Bill, you've had enough controversy this year."
True that, but this being Christmastime, I figure it's my best shot to convince people of the unpopular position that we Americans need to start thinking of ourselves as citizens of the world first and of any particular country second. After all, Jesus himself was, I don't know if you know this, not an American.
If you celebrate Christmas religiously, folks, you pray to a young man from the Middle East who, today, probably would get stopped at the airport. The little town of Bethlehem is present day in the West Bank of Israel and currently on high alert.
Folks, we are living in a global village, and we need to become globalists.
This was brought home to me in a big way this month when mymother forbade me in no uncertain terms from flying home for Christmas as I usually do because of what Bin Laden might do.
Either that, or she just didn't wanna cook.
But come on, I have never even met Osama Bin Laden, not even socially, but if Mr. Osama Bin Laden of Yemen, Saudi Arabia and lately Afghanistan can keep my little family apart from our usual New Jersey Christmas, we are living in a global village, and now that the haters, the have-nots, can so easily get to and inflict pain on the playas, the haves, it is both a moral and selfish imperative for us to realize that a village, even a global one, is only as safe as its least safe and happy member.
So we can go on, as we have, considering American lives more valuable than all others, hogging resources and pulling out of treaties the rest of the world wants, or we can get smart and realize that there's a human ecology just like there's an ecology in nature.
If you kill the spiders, you end up with too many flies. And just as drought will produce a bad bourgelaise, the lack of food, an education, and alternatives to hate and reasons to hope will produce terrorists.
God bless America?
But Tiny Tim said it better -- "God bless us, every one."
I'm probably gone until after Christmas. A good one to you and yours.
Be it Hanuakah, Kwanzaa, Solstice, Harvest or December 25th Peace on Earth to everyone and abundance to everyone you're with
"Every Who down in Who-Ville liked Christmas a lot, but the Grinch who lived in a cave just north of Who-Ville did not. So, the US sent B-2s to take him out - but, to our suprise, the Whos, who we thought we our allies, snuck the Grinch out inside a hollow Roast Beast. So, all we nabbed were low-level operatives, like the Zizzer Zazzer-Zuzz, who we shipped to Guantanamo Bay (and we have solid leads on the whereabouts of David Donald Doo and his Duck Dog too).
Then we accidenly killed the Cat In The Hat when an unmanned drone mistook him for the Grinch. Frustrated in our hunt, we then threatened to invade the Jungle of Newell unless Horton the Elephant agreed to an UN Arms Inspection.
Then we figured out that Sam I Am was funneling profits from his Green Eggs and Ham business into secret Grinch accounts - and we arrested One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish and Blue Fish who were running a sleeper cell in Buffalo! And still no clue about the Grinch, even though the CIA suspects that he masterminded the recent bombings on the street where the grickle grass grows that killed The Lorax and a group of Fiffer-Feffer-Feffs! And then...
...Aw, to hell with it, kid. Go read "Frosty The Snowman" instead" -----DERF www.derfcity.com
The balloon has touched down, but nobody's in it. The family is apparently a bunch of science nuts. The father and his partner have a website The Psyience Detectives, which is offline at the moment (but is available via Google cache.)