The heart of neurosis is false guilt. This is more false guilt that comes from the left. I would add that PETA now is asking teams to use robotic mascots to avoid potential harm to animals. Pleeeze liberals, stop micro managing others.

So according to Bp Southern, if I wish happy Christmas to a possible non-Christian, he will in all likelihood hear me to be saying, “H***y Ch******s, m*****f****r!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!”

Looks like the liberals sure did a number on this poor guy. He’s 49. I guess the rot started in England earlier than it did here.

I have to admit, some days the “Good” in “Good morning” is more than I can bear…

The English, it’s said, like to keep a few dotty bishops around for entertainment value. While it seems to be getting out of hand, I doubt anyone is paying attention to the old scold any more than the Archbishop of Canterbury.

get the feeling Bishop Southern didn’t get that bike he wanted as a kid?

All in the spirit of Scrooge!!!

It would appear that the ultimate idea here is for EVERYONE to be miserable. Rather than trying to spread joy, we are to spread gloom and guilt.

Remind me again – what’s the passage in the Gospel that says God wants us to live in misery*, sorrow* and fear*? You know – the one that many of us mistakenly think is talking about finding happiness and joy even in adversity through Christ? I just keep having a problem with my concordance when trying to find the correct (noted “*” above) terms.

Sometimes I think the reason bishop’s shirts/cassocks are purple is to match the color or their faces, since they so frequently either have a fit and hold their breath till they turn blue, or talk themselves blue in the face………

Well, if you don’t mind, my childhood was spent in a pretty unhappy family, so I’ll damn well cocoon with my husband and children this Christmas, as much as I damn well please!! And dammit it all, wish Happy (or even Merry) Christmas to whomever I want.

And Johnson? If you’re ever near Boston at Christmas, you come and cocoon with us any time!

Janjan: Damn right! This modern day Scrooge can sit alone in his cold room with a candle and his misery. And we can wish anyone we damn well please a “Merry Christmas,” as I am extending to you, damnit. And I damn well want to wish you and yours a damn good New Year today. I’ve always had a thing for feisty women.

Remember, folks: Misery loves company. Can’t get any more miserable than the likes of Rev. Southern. He just wants to drag the rest of us into that swamp of despair with him.

If I am, I’ll be sure and let you know, Janjan.

One other thing: when you say “merry Christmas,” isn’t it generally understood that you’re wishing someone to have one? If someone is in dire straits, isn’t that all the more reason to hope the season brings them some joy?

What is it with liberals wanting to make everyone equally miserable?

But they’re NOT miserable, there’s the rub! They put on their Serious Face, try and make everyone feel guilty (and partly succeed, damn them) and then go home and swan around with their unpretentious little red wine and their localvore greens and their sole contribution to charity besides benefit functions, their fair-traded scarves and necklaces, and sigh with self-satisfaction and pious righteousness.

Didn’t he ever read “A Christmas Carol?” It was the people who had practically nothing who knew what Christmas is about, and the rich guy who was miserable.

If you have income this Christmas, give to your local food bank, buy an extra gift for the toy drive, or make a gift to the energy fund for people short of heat, and then go have a wonderful Christmas. And if you’re on the receiving end of the charity this time around, thank God for what you do have and give when you’re able to again.

This bishop has the soul of a dried prune.

So… according to trifle for brains, er Bp. Southern, then, we should wish folks a Horrendous Christmas, or Cruddy Christmas???

After reading his effluence, I need a Glenlivet laddie, rrrrrrrright noooo!

My stuffed Winnie the Pooh (classic, mind ye) would make a better bishop than this waste of episcopacy, and Winnie is a bear of very little brain. Though, Winnie arguably has more brain than the ersatz bishop… Definitely Winnie has more heart.

For me, the day where I consciously try to remember those who are suffering is the Feast of the Holy Innocents (28 Dec.) which commemorates the death of the babies Herod had murdered. For me, this is a day to reflect on those innocent, vulnerable people (especially children) who suffer because of the greed and evil of other people. It is a reminder on how much we need Jesus Christ and the gift of redemption and salvation.

Advent and Christmas are a time of hope and joy – hope because we are suffering and we need God. Joy because he came and died for us. There is sweetness and bitterness in the season, especially when you reflect on this innocent little baby and then shift to the horror of Good Friday.

Even though the good bishop is married, I wonder if they sleep in separate bedrooms. He sounds like a man greatly in need of female companionship.

Same goes here, if you are ever in Oregon – any time of year, let us know and we will roll out the red carpet and bake a cake!

Gotcha, Priscilla. My other sister lives in Beaverton so that may actuallly happen.

Really? Chris, if you come out to see your sister, you guys gotta call me – Beaverton’s just across town from SE Portland, and I’d love to come over and hang out. I’ll bring Voodoo Doughnuts!

And the welcome mat is out in Atlanta, should you ever find your way down here.

Chris!! Road trip!!

The man could travel around the country and never spend a cent. The welcome mat’s out in Chicago as well.

The Christopher Johnson Farewell ECUSA Tour!

From Atlanta, you can travel east on I20 to Fort Worth, where Peter C and I will be glad to meet your at the Ginger Man. North on I-35W and NW on 287 to Dumas, 87 (I think) to I-25 north to I-90 and west to Seattle…

ooops… Kathleen lives in Portland… make the necessary adjustments, but I-20 from Atlanta to FW is a good road.

Folks I really appreciate the invitations. But the chances of my getting out of God’s 19th Century Railroad Town Slash Farm Town Slash Old Suburb With A Historical Society any time soon are not good mainly because of that money doohickey all the kids are into these days.

“What can ‘Happy Christmas’ mean in a family whose father has been killed in a military operation in Afghanistan that fewer and fewer people understand (still less support)?”

Not saying ‘Happy Christmas’ would mean that this father is lost forever, that his family’s sorrow has no hope, and his sacrifice no meaning.

“Are there no work houses? No treadmills?”

-Ebenezer Scrooge.

Damn, I was going to opt in to show you Boston (as well as select parts of the South Shore and then go careening up to Maine (hitting Cow Hampshire on the way.)

So I guess you aren’t going to make it to Greymouth, New Zealand then. Now who will I feed roast lamb and pavlova too?

muerknz, if I EVER make it down your way, you’re the FIRST person I’ll ask ‘em for.

Paolo has the right idea. It’s a Happy or Merry Christmas because of what happened on that first Christmas. God was incarnate of the Virgin and born “for us men and for our salvation.” Without that, we have no hope for better.

Money? You don’t need no steenkin’ money!! Whatsamatta with your thumb?

Chris
Set up a road trip fund. We might suprise ya!

Just think – we could re-establish the salon. Bring Mr. Johnson, serve drinks and dainties, and lean thoughtfully against things while we discuss the world.

and the person spoke to the others as the person locomotived out of perception: A Merry Ramahaunakwanzamass to all thinking caring, and sensitive individuals aand additionally to them all a fairly equal evening.

I came back from Iraq and absolute mess… duh… Christmas and the holiday season restored some normalcy to my life.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY BIRTHDAY (12/30) HAPPY GNU YEAR!

Barney,

Thanks for your service. and Happy Advent.

Peyton

Slightly off-topic: Here’s another spoilsport spreading his bah-humbug gloom:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1231935/Bishop-rubbishes-Christmas-carols-silly-inaccurate-embarrassing.html?ITO=1490

Why can’t these idiots just shut up?

A stable full of horses, camels, donkeys and their generous contributions of body heat, manure and the attendant exothermic process was probably a lot warmer than the fireless bedrooms upstairs.

CS, LOL — just imagine that carbon footprint!

They don’t shut up because they think they count.