War against Christmas
Taki
New York
‘The United States is 85 per cent Christian, which means it is more Christian than India is Hindu and Israel is Jewish. Moreover, 96 per cent of Americans celebrate Christmas. So why do we have to tippy-toe around the religious meaning of Christmas every December?’ This by the Catholic League appeared as an advertisement in Big Bagel papers, as no major American newspaper would have allowed a hack to write such politically incorrect stuff. As the great Christian holiday is upon us, the multicultural gurus who trump our rights to celebrate the birth of Our Lord go into overdrive. There is something very sick about Friendship Trees and Winter Solstice Concerts. The political, bureaucratic and media élite, in fact, do not like religion in general and Christmas in particular. So what they do is yap about tolerance, diversity and freedom, but only as long as any Christian message is kept in the closet.
There are too many recent examples of the war against Christmas to list here. What is happening is not that Britons and Americans are ceasing to care about or observe Christmas. What is happening has no popular foundation at all. It’s simply a concerted campaign by the élite to obliterate observance of Christmas per se. When those two wild animals who murdered a young white man after he had given up his money and mobile telephone stood in the dock smirking and laughing at the victim’s grieving family, I am certain that every decent person in Britain would have wished them to hang by the neck. Except for our élites, of course, most of whom enjoy the protection of the state, hence are not wor ried too much about crime. I used to be allowed to write about black on white crime in my Speccie column, but no longer. Perhaps Christmas will be the next taboo. Some non-Western peoples in the West want their cultural symbols to replace ours. The trouble is that in most cases those waging war against Christmas have no civilisation at all. What they’ve got is some globalist b——t which teaches that the New World Order has no religion, race or heritage except being part of the human race.
What utter rubbish, especially as the Muslim invasion of Western Europe is in full throttle. But, as Paul Johnson wrote, when was the last time you read a Ramadan Carol or heard a Hanukkah Oratorio? Or saw a Giotto painting of a Kwanzaa scene? Mind you, I am not being very Christian about what I am going to say next, but I’ve always believed hypocrisy is far worse than adultery. Mr Justice Eady’s ruling preventing a cuckolded husband from selling his story to the scummy tabloids is absolutely spot-on. The invasion of people’s privacy by the press and media is way over the top already, so an outraged article by Melanie Phillips had me peeing in my pants. ‘Amorality and a ruling that protects adulterers and punishes victims,’ cried the Mail. In my limited experience, most cuckolded husbands deserve it. Women are not as promiscuous as men, especially after taking the vows. This particular cuckold sounds like a terrific bore and low life. Instead of trying to hide his horns he wanted to sell them and make a profit.
But there’s also something else that Phillips failed to mention. The hypocrisy of the press. Adultery is not a proper cause for public condemnation, but, if it were, it should start at the top. Prince Charles, owners of newspapers, politicians, and so on. Sporting figures should be way down the list. So try another tack, Melanie, this one is full of holes. The judge’s animosity towards the popular press is not only welcome, I also pray it starts the ball rolling for some kind of privacy law.
Blair had promised Paul Johnson that he would deal with the excesses of the press where invasion of privacy is concerned while running for office in 1997. Once elected, he conveniently forgot. My problem is I am not running for anything and certainly not in a popularity contest. I admit I have cuckolded my share of husbands, and am not aware I have ever been cuckolded in return. Still, one never knows. What I do know is that no husband I have ever cuckolded tried to sell his story to a paper or even mentioned it in public. The first man I ever cuckolded was 42 and I was 19. I was sent to Paris by my father and ended up doing the same thing to a Frenchman. Back to New York it was. I travelled quite a lot back then but never had any lasting troubles. The trick, you see, is to cuckold gents and to sleep with ladies. A happy Christmas to Justice Eady, and the happiest Christmas to Spectator readers of all colours and faiths.
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