Posted on 12/22/2012 10:15:19 PM PST by 2ndDivisionVet
I can’t wait to see a friendly WaPo write-up on a Santa who lectures little girls who want Tonka trucks and Transformers about how they can only have toys that adhere to traditional gender roles. Political Santas who frown upon your toy choices are great!
Every year, the children ask Santa for dolls, cars, games and puppies. They also ask for guns. Nerf guns, pistols, air rifles, shotguns. Even assault weapons.
And that breaks this 82-year-old Santa’s heart, especially this year…
“You might get a gun from your father or your mother or grandfather, but you won’t get one from me,” he tells kids who request weapons, either real or make-believe, at the Fairfax County nursery. “Guns were put on this earth to take the life of a bird, an animal or a person. Guns were designed to make people cry, to make people die. Now, take a candy and a holy card.”(continued)
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I had “mom” come over and we had a long talk about Heaven and where his brother was waiting for him. Not something you run into very often. I hope he got through that. He’d be about 25 now.
“You’ll put your eye out!”
Santa tells the truth. There are a good number of people on this planet that deserve killing
Wouldn’t go over well with my 10yo daughter. She is a shooter for sure. Told me today that no toys was fine she just wanted some hunting stuff. So santa is bringing a recurve bow and a waterfowl parka. Among other various “needed” items.
That is when the efeminization of boys began to turn them away from toy pistols and guns.
This is a rifle, this is a gun........
“How about a nice football?”
Well gee, Santa, then can ya get me bootlegged copies of Grand Theft Auto and Kindergarten Killers, pleeese? Sadly the Holiday Season brings out the a**hole in some individuals.
She did. The house fell silent. I said "sorry, reflex". No one strayed in front of the tape line that somehow appeared on the floor later. I didn't put the tape down, and I apologized to my son-in-law later, but he was all for range control performed with a voice that can cut through fog across a parade ground.
Train your children up in the way they should go, and they shall not depart from it.
/johnny
One of my earliest memories is of sitting on santa’s lap and complaining to him that he gave me a toy gun, not a real one. true story.
Takes me back to the good old days when a Daisy BB Gun ad showed a smiling kid of about 10 years holding his new Christmas peresent.
In the early 1970s when I was 9 or 10, my very liberal aunt asked me what I wanted for Christmas. Without hesitation, I said, “I want an M-16.” She almost fainted. My uncle snickered and winked at me.
Santa's warm, moist breath poured down over me as though from some cosmic steam radiator. Santa smoked Camels, like my Uncle Charles.
My mind had gone blank! Frantically, I tried to remember what it was I wanted. I was blowing it! There was no one else in the world except me and Santa now. And the chipmunks.
"Uhhh...ahhhh..."
"Wouldn't you like a nice football?"
My mind groped. Football, football. Without conscious will, my voice squeaked out:
"Yeah."
My God, a football! My mind slammed into gear. Already, Santa was sliding me off his knee and toward the red chute, and I could see behind me another white-faced kid bobbing upward.
"I want a Red Ryder BB gun with a special Red Ryder sight and a compass in the stock with a sundial!" I shouted.
"Ho-ho-ho! YOU'LL SHOOT YOUR EYE OUT, KID. Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas!
Down the chute I went.
All that matters is what shallow slogans the little creep behind the beard has ingested and regurgitates.
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