By Robert A. Vella
When I was a little kid, everybody – and I mean everybody – looked upon the Christmas holiday season with great anticipation. Yes, this time of the year has always had its fair share of family disputes and other kinds of domestic frictions. Yes, it was always overly commercialized and sometimes uncomfortable for the non-religious or for non-Christians. But still, Christmas in America back then was generally a happy event when people could gather and share in ways which didn’t normally happen during the rest of the year.
This Christmas was a very different experience… for me, at least.
My family, friends, and neighbors exhibited so much unrestrained negativity over the last couple of weeks that it was impossible to ignore. Baby Boomers shutting themselves into the sanctuaries of isolation and self-delusion. Gen Xers overburdened by expectations and duties, searching desperately for peace and tranquility. Enraged Millennials rejecting all manifestations of the larger culture, both good and bad, while regressing into some quixotic underground revolutionary movement. Intolerance was everywhere.
It felt like Christmas in Joylessville.