Celebrate the SeasonIt's that time of year again. The time of year when posturing hypocritical blowhards suddenly seem to give a damn about a religion they're surprisingly unconcerned with the rest of the time.
I mean, who decided to take Mithra out of his own birthday celebration? And how could we forget the pagan nature of our most beloved symbols of the season?
What, you figured that shepherds slept on hillsides when the average night-time December temperatures in Jerusalem are in the low 40's Fahrenheit?
Look, it doesn't matter if it's the right day. It doesn't matter if someone else is preoccupied with commercialism. It doesn't matter if the symbols are pagan, or Christian.
Essentialism is crap. You think your deity can't figure out who you are (or aren't) praying to?
If you're so damn worried about "the spirit of the season", then act less like an attention-seeking hypocrite, praying loudly on the corner. Act more like a carpenter's son who got nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change.