One of the 2015 highlights has been the show “Last Man Standing,” which besides being singularly unique as a conservative show (see ‘Last Man Standing’ Skewers Hillary Clinton and ‘Last Man Standing’ Skewers Democrats with Stinging Joke) is also funny. I know…a conservative show that is more than just conservative? Crazy talk.
On the winter finale, they discussed the nanny state ruining Christmas.
-Mike: They don’t sell them anymore. You can’t find them. The nanny state made them illegal.
-Boyd: Stupid nanny state ruined Christmas.
-Ryan: Yeah. Oh, holidays with grandpa. MM.
-Mandy: Do I need to be here for the family meeting?
-Eve: No, but I get your vote. I’m open to alliances, people, so make your best offer.
-Mike: Sit! This is not a democracy. Ugh. I started sounding like King Obama there for a minute, didn’t I?
-Mandy: But it would be nice if you looked like him. Imagine how fantastic I’d be if I had inherited that caramel complexion.
The show built to a touching climax, because when Boyd told Santa Claus what he wanted for Christmas… he asked for lawn darts on behalf of his grandma. In case you weren’t aware, lawn darts are now illegal. Yes, they were both super fun and super dangerous. I’ve got an uncle with a divot in his scalp to prove it.
Even token lefty atheist Ryan got into the Christmas spirit, by setting up the church’s nativity as a favor to the mother, because he realized that some things are more important than… himself. Yes, keep in mind that this is a work of fiction. Speaking of which
It does bring me to a point that I’ve made for years. It’s not political, and you can take it or leave it. Most people who dislike Christmas, regardless of faith, do so because they’re narcissistic ass-bags. Sure shopping can be stressful and yes, some family members are on a once-a-year-visit basis for good reason. Yes, it’s a lot of work. But if you just stopped, for one damn second, to take a look outside of yourself, you should be able to see the beauty in it. It’s not about you, it’s about the kid lighting up at the thought of Santa filling his stocking. It’s about that lonely relative who, granted, maybe earned their loneliness but is thrilled to be graced with company in holiday cheer. It’s about that poor family down the street who will be forever grateful for the food-basket you’ve provided them.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, stop being a selfish A-hole and make somebody else’s Christmas merry. You may find yourself happier for it.
Also, plan on Tim Allen and crew keeping it up in the new year.