Merry Christmas to All Who Want It (Open Thread)

I'd like to wish everyone in the world–with the possible exception of Bill O'Reilly and Fox News ghoul and War on Christmas author John Gibson–a Merry Christmas. Save, of course, for folks who are offended by such phraseology, and to whom I apologize…ah forget it.

Partway through this long weekend, let's initiate an open thread to talk about whatever's on your mind. For me, I'm still thinking about John Gibson, who's rumored to be calling up his old platoon from the Swedish Kiss Army to fight the counterattack on Christmas. Really, who could have imagined that the apparent son of Matthias, the newscaster turned hippie vampire mutant freak guru in The Omega Man, would be emceeing The Big Story on Fox News? Truly a world of wonders. I only wish that Gibson would spice up his attacks on latter-day Scrooges with lines half as groovy as the ones Matthias trotted out routinely in TOM. To wit:

One creature, caught. Caught in a place he cannot stir from in the dark, alone, outnumbered hundreds to one, nothing to live for but his memories, nothing to live with but his gadgets, his cars, his guns, gimmicks… and yet the whole family can't bring him down from that, that…

Forget the old ways, brother, all the old hatreds….

Definition of a scientist—a man who understands nothing until there was nothing left to understand….

You are discarded. You are the refuse of the past….

And my own personal favorite, seemingly tailor-made for a peevish host of a TV talk show: "Take him to the little room… for questioning."