On behalf of Xavier and Sarcasticat, Osumashi & Black Mamba have a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Thank you for being there for Xavier and I.
Me and Mr. Cat will be spending a quiet Christmas at home this year.
Between the BP and the subsequent infection it’s better I stay home and take orders from the cat. Though I must add that everything is well on its way to clearing up.
X and I will enjoy Turkey with all the fixins just a little more slowly than is usual.
And I will be here manning the blog and dashing to the kitchen every once in awhile to prep our Christmas feast!
I hope each of you has a wonderful Christmas day. Please make a memory.
Barely 180 days into “the war to end all wars,” the European states were deadlocked in a conflict more destructive and dehumanizing than any previous war in the history of the world.
The death toll was already staggering. From August 1914, when hostilities broke out, until December, most of the British Expeditionary Force in France, about 160,000 men, had been wiped out. The French and German armies sustained combat losses of well over 600,000 between them. Nearly 200,000 of Austria’s best troops were dead, another half million wounded. As Christmas approached, Pope Benedict XV appealed for a temporary truce over the Christian holiday. It was soundly rejected by the warring governments and their generals.
For leftists, history isn’t a matter of facts from which one learns (or that merely entertain). Instead, history is something to be manipulated to gain and maintain power. Orwell, who saw communists in action during the Spanish Civil War, wrote about the “memory hole” in 1984 based on having seen the communists instantly delete or rewrite past or current events to achieve present goals.
This year, leftists are on fire to rewrite the story of Christ, casting him as a “Palestinian refugee.” Nothing could be further from the truth.
In the eight decades since its release, It’s a Wonderful Life has become a sacrosanct part of the holiday period. James Stewart stars as George Bailey, a savings and loans manager who contemplates taking his own life until an angel shows him a vision of how much worse off his town and his loved ones would be if he had never been born. Due to a clerical oversight, the film’s copyright expired in 1974, and the subsequent television broadcasts cemented its reputation as a Christmas classic. And yet, even in 1974, its director Frank Capra was still having to defend it from the charge of being “over-sentimental”.
Just the trailer I’m sorry to say. But a much loved Christmas staple.
Bing Crosby, the Oscar-winning megastar “Voice of America.” A score by Irving Berlin, composer of the most popular song of all time (“White Christmas”). Vera-Ellen, one of the most talented female dancers of the age. Michael Curtiz, director of one of the top movies in Hollywood history (“Casablanca”).
It was November 1843, two years after Prince Albert first introduced Britain to the tradition of the Christmas tree. Charles Dickens was 31, and yet to grow his beard. A dire report on child labour the previous year had worked him up into a compassionate rage. Just as pressingly, Dickens needed cash. The author was already famous for The Pickwick Papers and Oliver Twist, but the public was struggling with Martin Chuzzlewit and, to top it off, his wife Catherine was pregnant again.
Dickens wrote A Christmas Carol in six weeks, amid explosions of laughter and tears at his desk. He knew straight away it was his best work yet, and commissioned a fancy edition to celebrate, complete with gold-edged paper and hand-coloured pictures. It was published on 19 December and had sold out by Christmas Eve, but the book was very expensive to manufacture, and profits were meagre. It was also immediately pirated, although when Dickens sued for damages, the pirates went bankrupt, leaving him to foot the legal bills. So in the first year, A Christmas Carol lost money, and Dickens moved his family to Italy to manage their expenses.