Bill O’Reilly makes one of his trademark screeds against the War on Christmas, but it doesn’t quite have the effect he intended, I think. He’s very cranky about the atheist sign in the capitol of Washington state, which is Olympia, so he rants against Seattle. I’m sure it makes sense in Billo World.
Seattle now rivals San Francisco for secular-progressive nuttiness. The city fathers are allowing public nakedness in city parks, nude bike riding, and in Fremont, a Seattle suburb, they actually put up a statue honoring Lenin, the father of communism.
What’s wrong with nudity? That sounds like a perfectly reasonable idea, especially in such a cloudy place — it would increase the exposed surface area for enhanced synthesis of vitamin D. It’s probably not something people could do very often there, but in the summer…sure.
And the statue is lovely. It wasn’t put up to honor Lenin, though — it was a work of art rescued from a Russian scrapyard.
Some on the Seattle school board actually supported denigrating Thanksgiving by teaching children about the atrocities against Native Americans by the Pilgrims.
Rather than keeping the children in ignorance? What does Bill think the purpose of a school is? I think it is a good idea for students to learn from the ugly events in our history.
In addition, Washington State voters have passed assisted suicide, and the state gives out free birth control pills, including the “morning after” pill.
This is wonderful! A state that promotes dignity for all and freedom for women, that does the right thing to reduce teen pregnancy, and uses government to promote the welfare of society. What’s the objection?
On the quality-of-life front, the streets of Seattle are full of homeless people, but they don’t have to be out in the rain. The city will pay to house alcoholics and drug addicts if they want it. They can actually get free furnished apartments. Taxpayers, of course, pick up the tab.
Helping the poor and needy? My dog, this place sounds like paradise.
Everything he listed sounds great! Bill O’Reilly has succeeded in making me homesick. I want to go back now, even though I know Seattle can’t quite be the rosy-dawned utopia he’s painting for us here.