Just as John Cornyn and friends made Juneteenth a federal holiday that competes with the Fourth of July, moonbats place Kwanzaa on a par with Christmas. Local media promotes Kwanzaa in the pretentious liberal elite enclave Martha’s Vineyard. Enthuses a Kwanzaa celebrant:

I watched my grandmother’s reflection in the bathroom mirror as she put the finishing touches on her Karamu dinner best. A black blazer with hints of red and green that represented our African American/Black Liberation flag. … Wearing these colors is a symbolic gesture, showing your pride without having to say a word.

At least social engineers will let us keep the classic Christmas colors.

I could hear my little brother in the next room inquiring of our grandfather Keith, his namesake, about why we had to get “all dressed up” for the Kwanzaa celebration we were attending that evening. I remember my grandfather expressing the importance of paying respect to celebrate our culture, honor our ancestors, and reinforce cultural identity.

The glossy pages slid between our fingertips as we read through the two Kwanzaa books our grandparents introduced us to that year. We intriguingly read along. My grandmother, Elizabeth, who was a college Dean and professor in education, had an entire lesson planned out for us to understand the importance of Kwanzaa and meaningful ways to celebrate.

Et cetera, ad nauseam.

As noted previously,

Kwanzaa is a contrived black supremacist/socialist holiday invented in 1966 by California State black studies professor Maulana Ndabezitha Karenga (a.k.a. Ronald Everett) as a moonbat alternative to Christmas. …

Christmas has Jesus Christ. Kwanzaa has Maulana Karenga.

Daily Caller has more information on the Father of Kwanzaa:

Karenga was convicted in 1971 for brutally torturing two naked women. The weapons of torture included a soldering iron, a vise and, of course, a toaster.

He used the toaster to beat his victims over the head.

A psychiatrist diagnosed Everett/Karenga as “both paranoid and schizophrenic.”

Happy Kwanzaa, moonbats!

On a tip from Mike B.