
No Coal
in Our Stockings
(Dec 28, 2011)

For the last several years millions of us have been very politically incorrect. We fully expected to receive, according to one of the most time-honored traditions of the Christmas Season, coal in our stockings.
We've spoken out, sometimes rather harshly against President Obama, his party, and their "me too chorus" in the media. Our behaviors have received loud, public condemnation from those we've chosen to criticize, so you an imagine our surprise when all those decorative socks "hung by the chimney with care" contained only the usual grab bag of goodies.
The first thought was maybe we missed Santa's "naughty list", but then, another possibility came to mind. Maybe St. Nick couldn't get any coal. Perhaps, he simply couldn't afford it. The president had made it clear in 2008 that this mineral was about to become extremely expensive when he said, "So if somebody wants to build a coal-powered plant, they can. It's just that it will bankrupt them..."
Can you imagine the pressure on Mr. Claus? He was forced to choose between rewarding bad behavior and possible insolvency. Our assumption was, he decided keep his fiscal house in order by ignoring even the worst among us, in favor of distributing presents to those who deserved them. Or, did he?
There lurks an alternative. It could be the jolly, old elf, in his infinite wisdom saw those who were protesting this president, his party, and the media stooges as not really naughty. After all, their voices have been lifted in defense of liberty, personal responsibility, free enterprise, and energy independence.
Regarding the latter, what could be wrong with reducing or removing this great nation's dependency on irresponsible, oil rich countries, some of whom wish us harm? Many of these "states" treat their women as virtual slaves and, are connected to terrorism. Where's the virtue in supporting any of that?
Given the facts, Santa Claus had an easy call and we'd like to think he got it "right". It may well have been President Obama and his wrong-headed, partisan, ideologically blinded, soul mates were marked as "naughty". Imagine the irony in St. Nicholas magically summoning the resources needed to stuff their stockings with coal, shale, and tar sand, topped off with a couple of drops of light, sweet, crude.





