Monicks: Unleashed

Thinking Critically

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Yes, I do celebrate Christmas — only I call it Giftmas.

Ever got asked by a Christian, “do you celebrate Christmas?”. I have, frequently. I find it particularly funny, especially when they do this in public forums and the like; I bet they think they are about to make the most clever and novel statement ever as they get ready to pwn us atheists, because we do celebrate the season. Why wouldn’t we?

Oh, Christians get quite testy, and call us ‘ignorant’ when we go through the explanation of the astronomical event called Winter Solstice, (because an astronomical event is what it is), and we mention how Christianity stole the pagan celebration of the the midwinter, that was the last feast celebration before deep winter began. Google it, it’s an interesting read.

I really like Christmas, only — I call it Giftmas.

Many atheists in the blogosphere have come up with witty ways to celebrate a secular Christmas, but I don’t think we do anything exceptionally different. We get time off to spend with our loved ones, we exchange presents, we eat yummy treats, the decorations, the eggnog… what’s not to like about Giftmas, the carols? Please, don’t say ‘Christians’, they are not much different during the season than they are all year-round; and we, well, we get to practice our tolerance. *giggles*

Tim Minchin sums it up quite nicely in this very moving, sentimental song. Yes, my friends, I really like Giftmas…

Enjoy.

Lyrics:

I really like Christmas
It’s sentimental, I know, but I just really like it
I am hardly religious
I’d rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honest

And yes, I have all of the usual objections
To consumerism, the commercialisation of an ancient religion
To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian
Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer
But I still really like it

I’m looking forward to Christmas
Though I’m not expecting a visit from Jesus

I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun
I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun

I don’t go in for ancient wisdom
I don’t believe just ‘cos ideas are tenacious it means they are worthy
I get freaked out by churches
Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are spooky

And yes I have all of the usual objections
To the miseducation of children who, in tax-exempt institutions,
Are taught to externalise blame
And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong
But I quite like the songs

I’m not expecting big presents
The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate is just fine by me

Cos I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun
I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun

And you, my baby girl
My jetlagged infant daughter
You’ll be handed round the room
Like a puppy at a primary school
And you won’t understand
But you will learn someday
That wherever you are and whatever you face
These are the people who’ll make you feel safe in this world
My sweet blue-eyed girl

And if, my baby girl
When you’re twenty-one or thirty-one
And Christmas comes around
And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home
You’ll know what ever comes
Your brother and sisters and me and your Mum
Will be waiting for you in the sun
Whenever you come
Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles
Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum
We’ll be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun
Darling, when Christmas comes
We’ll be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun
Waiting for you in the sun
Waiting for you…
Waiting…

I really like Christmas
It’s sentimental, I know…

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For No One

Allegedly, Paul McCartney wrote this song sitting in a chalet while on holiday with his girlfriend Jane Asher in Klosters, Switzerland, March of 1966. The working title was “Why Did It Die?”, and there is speculation that McCartney wrote the song about Asher, who was a successful London actress. The theory is that Paul wanted her to cater to his schedule, tour with him, and be the “perfect Beatle wife,” but Jane had a life and career of her own, hence the “She doesn’t need you” lyrics. Paul has never said it was about Jane specifically, however he did say, “I guess there had been an argument. I never have easy relationships with women.” He knew what he was getting into when he got involved with Jane, and being that the song was written in 1966 and they didn’t break up until 1968, it’s likely that if the song was about Jane, it wasn’t a serious argument.

This was recorded on May 9, 16 and 19, 1966 by only two Beatles – Paul singing and playing the keyboard and bass, and Ringo on percussion, originally appeared on The Beatles’ seventh album, Revolver. McCartney used this song in his 1984 movie Give My Regards to Broad Street.

John Lennon at some point said that this was his favorite McCartney song.

For No One is such a beautiful song with a touch of a melancholic lonely feel to it. A brilliant example of true ballad writing.

Enjoy!

Lyrics

The day breaks, your mind aches
You find that all her words of kindness linger on
When she no longer needs you

She wakes up, she makes up
She takes her time and doesn’t feel she has to hurry
She no longer needs you

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind her tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

You want her, you need her
And yet you don’t believe her when she says her love is dead
You think she needs you

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

You stay home, she goes out
She says that long ago she knew someone but now he’s gone
She doesn’t need him

Your day breaks, your mind aches
There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head
You won’t forget her

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind her tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

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Markella – Imaginary Friend

Lyrics

by STYVYN

From the commencement of life
We’re expected to pretend
We are taught to believe
Things we cannot comprehend

We are told that somewhere up above
A friend is guiding our lives with his love

And the moment we die
We will get our reward
In eternity’s hand
We will be with our lord

But it’s not true
It’s completely insane
It’s all fantasy

There is no imaginary friend, imaginary faith, imaginary hope, imaginary love

Now as I look at the world
And I see reality
I am fully aware
Of my own mortality

Every moment is sacred to me
Each day brings a chance to be who I want to be

But I need time to unlearn
All those things that are untrue
My thoughts were not my own
But part of the mass collective delusion

Reason has shown me
There’s no imaginary friend, imaginary faith, imaginary hope, imaginary love

If there is no god in the sky
Why should we care, why should we even try
To be moral human beings
The answer is reciprocity

I have faith in the human race to be loving neighbors
Without imaginary friends, imaginary faith, imaginary hope, imaginary love

I have faith in the human race to find understanding, to be loving neighbors
Without imaginary friends, imaginary faith, imaginary hope, imaginary love

© 2010 New Age of Reason

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