Actually I never heard the term Chrismukkah until today, when I searched for a good hashtag for Tweeting my latest Gray Matters article, Christmas for non-Christians. It’s interesting that I have used my feelings about family Christmases in so many genres with such different approaches. I will probably never publish the essay from my MFA thesis, in which I express my rage at the death of Christmas. But for now, a little family tribute will do.
I have been trying to avoid the many puns that could be used with Donald Trump’s name, so far successfully. I have Tweeted dozens of messages about him to the point that I’ve had to review my Twitter feed and delete some Tweets just for the sake of cleaning it up.
Yes, I am obsessed with him, but I will argue that it’s a healthy obsession. He cannot become president. He cannot even become the Republican candidate. I have used every platform I have to share the reasons why. It has been pointed out in the press and on social media that he meets the definition of a fascist, and that has gone from being a sort of heavy-handed mockery to an actual statement.
I hope my tone has been appropriate. I hope it has been strong and not strident. I hope to God that he pulls out or is disqualified so we can stop focusing on his peculiar combination of vapidity and madness. If not, I will keep writing about him, and talking about him, for as long as it takes.
It took me a while to get back to The Straight Path, my blog on the Houston Chronicle’s site, but I have recently written some posts, most recently this one. It is so different now because access is so indirect and commenters are required to sign up for a chron.com account. I posted that piece yesterday and still have gotten no comments. Basically it’s a good platform for me to post short articles. Way back when the site facilitated comments – comments which I controlled – it was a great way for having dialogue about issues related to Islam and Muslims. No more.
Anyway, please read my commentary on the San Bernardino tragedy.