We cats say, whaaaa....?
Okay, let us back up a bit. There's a bit of a kerfuffle going on in Loudon County, Virginia, which mostly amuses us.
It seems that instead of taking the logical way out, and decreeing that no religious displays could be mounted on county courthouse property, the locals have instead opened the door wide to all manner of wacky — or, in Mitt Romney's parlance, "zany" — holiday presentations.
We cats are loving this, because the Loudon County fools are only getting their just deserts. It seems that some committed Christians are upset. So upset, in fact, that they're giving interviews to The Washington Post with tears in their eyes. And insisting that a depiction of the manger scene has nothing to do with faith. Gosh!
Our reaction to these quavering Christians is this: What's the big deal? If you're insistent on putting nativities and creches and statues of the Baby Jesus on public property, you'd better be prepared for Santa skeletons hanging on crosses, Flying Spaghetti Monsters, our personal rubber ducky Christmas scene (see above), and other whimsical works of art. It's the American Way. Just sayin'.
Underlying all this is an irony: We cats are certain Jesus Christ had a sense of humor. You won't see it in the Gospels, necessarily, but goodness gracious — we certainly hope He did.
Merry Festivus to all!
(IMAGE: Our rubber ducky creche is presided over by a precariously balancing ducky angel.)
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