However you foresee the forthcoming so-called festive season, whether as a sacred celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, a sordid sellebration of commercialism at its most crass, or as such an unholy combination of both as to make you totally cross, here’s wishing you the merriest one possible.
It is, after all, supposed to be an occasion for peace and goodwill to all. And not just to all those we love or like, but even more especially to all those we loathe, including, in my case, those bigots in Brunei and probably elsewhere who consider Christmas so objectionable as to ban it.
An observation that brings me to one of my core reasons for being cross about Christmas in particular and Christianity in general.
And that’s the fact that, as I’ve very frequently been moved to write, a vast majority of the self-styled ‘faithful’of this and of course of all rival religions not only fail but outright refuse to live up to the ideas or ideals they claim to believe in.
Indeed, a great many self-styled ‘Christians’ have so deviated from the original ideas and ideals that the New Testament alleges that Jesus Christ advocated, like humility, charity, compassion and of course contempt for mere worldly wealth, as to justify entirely opposite principles and practices.
Thus the current Prime Minister of Australia, Scott Morrison, for example, can piously call on his ‘Pentecostal Christian’ belief that earthly prosperity is a sign that a person is ‘chosen’ for heavenly salvation as a pretext on which to provide ‘wealthfare’ to the greedy, and begrudge welfare to the needy.
Or, in other words, to further enrich the already affluent, and to further impoverish the poor, unemployed and others that he clearly perceives as the effluent.
And, far from demonstrating a Christian love of his enemies, Morrison hates them so much as to revile his parliamentary opponents at every opportunity, and to punish perceived media and scientific critics like the ABC and CSIRO by cutting their funding.
Then there’s the fact that he evidently so wildly (mis)interprets the well-known Biblical claim that ‘the truth shall set you free’ as somehow giving him the liberty to lie every time it suits his purposes.
One of his principle purposes being rejection of belief of the overwhelming scientific and anecdotal evidence that global warming threatens to make life on earth decidedly hellish, if not ultimately impossible.
An exercise in scepticism that is particularly paradoxical in light of his unshakable ‘faith’ in such concepts as a ‘supreme being’ and some sect with a set of related religious fantasies for which there is, never was and never will be the slightest shred of evidence of any kind whatever.
By this point in my discussion of Christmas/Crassmas/Crossmas, discerning readers will have realised that I’m far from Christian in my attitude to Scott Morrison and other con as in conservative polieticians and politricksters in Australia and much of the rest of the world.
From complete clownservatives like Donald Trump and the laughable newly re-elected UK PM, Boris Johnson to born-again conservative Aung San Suu Kyi of Myanmar, who recently tried to con the UN that the government of which she’s the figurehead was innocent of genocidal intentions toward the Rohingya.
And not to forget Mahathir Mohamad of Malaysia, whose nepotism on behalf of his offspring has long been and remains so extreme as to exemplify what can justly be termed kinservatism.
As unChristian of me as it is, I have to admit to wish all the above-mentioned and similar scum of the earth a myrrhy rather than merry Christmas, and a crappy rather than happy New Year.
But as cynical as I may be about Christmas for a good many reasons, I have no wish to turn Christmas into a Christmess for all the kids who are so naively looking forward to the feast of the Nativity.
I’m inclined to remind them again, however, as I did in a long-ago column called ‘Christmas jeer’, of the danger of sooner or later suffering the let-down of discovering that there’s nothing by unholy folly behind the holly; that Santa’s just commerce with its claws in people’s pockets; that Christmas is a good deal more likely to be trite than white; and it’ll be a miracle if all the adults don’t get tight and fight.
And, into a bad bargain, as I finished way back by warning the kids’ parents about the so-called Yuletide Season, “ Yule be sorry, more like it, when the credit card bills come due.”
But hey, here’s wishing you a merry one anyway, whether you intend celebrating Christmas, sellebrating Crassmas or, like me and my immediate family, feeling so Crossmas about the whole thing as to give it a total Christmiss.