As the world celebrates Christmas, one has to wonder what we have to be thankful for: after all, war rages around the world. The liberty our forefathers died for has dissipated like mist in the heat of our perpetual "war on terrorism." Our political leaders are little more than criminals, who lie, cheat, steal -- and kill -- as readily as they breathe.
Thankful? Give me a break!
However, when you think about it for a moment, we do indeed have much to be grateful for this year, and I have to say that most of the glad tidings -- to get in the holiday spirit here! -- come to us by way of one person: Edward Snowden.
He is our Santa Claus, whose sleigh was weighed down by so many classified documents that he had to dump them off to a group of journalists before evading the Anti-Santa (that would be Obama) and landing in Russia (which, I hear, is near the North Pole). And oh, what presents he brought us!
Hardly a day goes by without us benefiting from Snowden's largesse, the chief perk being the sight of the entire political Establishment -- not only the corrupt politicians but their equally venal servants in the "mainstream" media -- in a veritable panic as the truth about America's evolving police state is revealed for all to see.
Snowden sacrificed everything he had, the life he had -- and it was a good one, from what I hear -- so that we could know the truth about the Surveillance State that has been hiding right there in the wall, under the bed, lurking in our g--d---n phones the whole time we thought we were citizens of the "freest" country on God's green earth.
Now we know better, thanks to Snowden and his journalistic collaborators: we know we're prisoners in a cybernetic Panopticon, and our overseers aren't happy about that at all. The snakes slithering around in our grass are hissing Snowden's a "traitor," an "agent of a foreign power," and worse.