A Response to Joshua Feuerstein’s Starbuck’s War on Christmas
’twas a month before Christmas and all seemed good. The Christians were warming up their credit cards, to spend all that they could. In preparation for the birthday of their saviour, gifts were planned according to children’s behaviour. The trusty merchants were stocking their shelves, in the hopes to hoard great wealth for themselves.
But not all was good in the land of the first world. A great persecution was stirring, a great war we’ve heard. Just on the horizon a marvellous symbol did appear; it was the golden sun of Starbucks, overpriced coffee was near. On the side was its green and white semi-pagan corporate logo, profit engine full steam ahead, filled with free market mojo. The logo’s hands were raised with an almighty roar: snowflakes, doves and trees on our cups no more! The Christmas cheer had been stolen, all wonder abandoned. The evils of inclusive secularism is what’s happened.
This injustice caused a man of God to raise his voice about how they see us, “Starbucks REMOVED CHRISTMAS from their cups because they hate Jesus.” Joshua Feuerstein ranted and raved, remove God from society and all will decay! He declared with a bellowing roar, on each and every Christmas, there is a war. As each year passes we become a great victim, it’s more and more evil with which we are stricken. If society becomes completely inclusive, for Christians it will be nothing but abusive! If we no longer see Jesus at the mall, it will be clear that they’ll kill Christians all!
On the other side of the globe, other persecutions did unfold.
It happened in deep and dark place, a land which had no safe space. Down in a hovel in the third world, a place which of no American has heard. The land went by the name of Myanmar, where crimes went unanswered because they’re too far. A small Muslim family hid in fear, because a Buddhist death squad just might be near. The Buddhists unleashed a torrent of violence and tolerance verboten, their philosophy of live and live, totally forgotten. It was too late for they had been caught, it was over for them, and to death they were shot. Blood ran from their bodies matted with hair, in an echo of the Christians, “this is unfair.”
Two different worlds of religion’s persecution, it’s alright, so long as it doesn’t happen to Christians. An inequality in the world was apparent, the misery it caused, fully aberrant.
From a Maoist-Third Worldist these words could be heard: “Jesus Christ, man, death to the first world.”