Dear American right-wingers,
Today’s December 21st. There’s a cluster of holidays around this date for a reason. It’s the shortest, darkest, and often coldest day of the year. For our ancestors, this time was death. Little light, little food, no way to survive outdoors, and you’ve been stuck inside the same smelly hut with the same dozen people for months.
The alt-right's asinine in-jokes are less original than they think. The real joke is the one they're the butt of.
This article was originally posted in 2012 at the Good Men Project, and is being reposted here the day after the (so far) deadliest mass shooting in U.S. history. I'm reposting it unchanged, as its relevance to current events is unchanged. The rhetoric and legislation about guns in this country has budged not an inch in four years.