Huh.
Merry Christmas [Kathryn Jean Lopez]
from all of us to all of you.
Thank you for being an essential part of all that is successful here at National Review Online. We're grateful for your loyalty and support — and, of course, your clicks!
This morning we have foremost in our thoughts those who are not with us — those who are serving abroad so that we can celebrate in freedom and those who have left us, in our service, in His, through the natural but heart-wrenching cycles of life. For those who serve and for those who are in pain this Christmas, a special prayer. May God be your comfort and your hope.
Merry Christmas. And a bipartisan wish for, yes, "peace on earth."
Yeah, well, fuck you.
The hard, cold, brutal fact is that not a single American man or woman under arms in Iraq ever, ever had to be there to preserve the ability of Americans to "celebrate in freedom." Whatever the fuck that means. You sent good people to die, and a million Iraqi souls are dead, for nothing but the most squalid of purposes.
Peace? Peace without truth?
The National Review has played a thoroughly pernicious role in modern American culture and nobody remotely connected with that den of swinish lying fools deserves anything other than scorn. Fuck you most sincerely in this holiday season, traitors.
Assholes.
No, no holiday truces. Fuck you.
And, of course, God, if he exists, also thinks you're a pack of smarmy little shits.