A Tale of Two Christmases

The Reminder of Hope When All Seems Lost

I have to admit that I am feeling torn. I love Christmas and the entire season. The last couple of years have made this very difficult to truly celebrate. I am going to write this piece in a way that will make me look like I have a split personality, but damn it if that is not how I feel. The contradiction between the two aspects is probably how many of us feel, so I hope this makes you feel less crazy and alone. I have spent this season watching old Christmas movies, even more so than usual. I have gone shopping at boutiques and small stores exclusively. I have even read A Christmas Carol, 52 Little Lessons from A Christmas Carol, and 52 Little Lessons from It’s a Wonderful Life. I was trying to my hardest to erase some of the feelings that I have had towards my fellow man. In a way, not unlike getting visited by three ghosts or shown what life would have been like without me by Clarence, I have the devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. One is a side of justified revenge and the other is one of gratitude.

The Devil on the Shoulder:

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It was just over a year ago that the “selected” president with dementia told us that it would be a winter of death for the unvaccinated. This was just before the Supreme Court barely voted down the vaccine mandate. This is not even a distant memory. Last Christmas, my wife visited her extended family as she always does around Christmas. If they had known that she was not vaccinated they would not have let her come in. I refused to partake in the charade. Some people prioritize family over everything and my wife and mother-in-law definitely do that. So they went and listened to the neuroticism of the Covidians. She listened to them talk about how they removed people from their lives for refusing the jab all the while wondering if they were going to ask her about her experiences with the unjabbed. She was ready to tell them she was not, but it was kind of a “Don’t Ask. Don’t tell” moment.

I believe that just about everyone has something similar to tell. We have all had family members push us aside or worse over the past couple of years. The feeling of betrayal, shock, or even horror as we watched what we would have considered normal human beings turn into “Good Germans” over night. People wanted us in gulags. The thing about this is that they either believed the storylines they were told or they wanted us to experience the misery that they had suffered. It was like elementary school all over again and the class either believed the rules were great, or went along with it and told the teacher that you were not just out of spite.

Can anyone actually just go back to sitting around the Christmas Tree with the same people that tried to remove us from their lives? Or act as if the person still under the spell of the Cult of Covid is still worthy of love? The worst part of all of this is not necessarily the betrayal, some of that can be explained by the psychological operation that was run on them, but the fact that we know that there are going to be more levels of challenges thrown our way by these globalists in the future and we cannot count on these backstabbers to face them with us.

Uncle Joe has always been a government-loving idiot, but Uncle Steve has not been. Yet Uncle Steve followed all of the guidelines and removed you from his life. Christmas 2019 was the last time you saw Uncle Steve and he was talking about the corrupt government with you at the table. Then 2020 and 2021 happened and you watched as he was blasting the unvaccinated on social media. He wanted their kids taken away and their jobs as well. How the hell are you supposed to eat the carved roast beast with him in 2022?

This is not even over yet as we have watched all members of government watch as these jabs were added to the vaccine schedule for kids, approved for all different levels of boosters, etc. The war is still going on, but it is like an app that runs in the background of your phone now. The war is not done and it is only just the beginning.

The Angel on the Shoulder:

Looking back on the past few years it is easy to feel discouraged and maybe even defeated. I have to admit that the past couple of weeks my articles have been a little slower because I too have felt the above. That sense of hopelessness that has undoubtedly washed over most of you at some point over the past few years. We watched authoritarianism rear its ugly head in a way that we only believed possible elsewhere or in dystopian novels. Covid and its authoritarians locked us down and tried to accomplish much worse throughout the entire world. This battle still is not over and even if we defeat this one, we will have another one to battle against. We watched most of the things that we deemed as our favorite institutions spit in our faces. Movies and TV are now almost exclusively laced with propaganda hating white people, individual liberty, and Christianity. Sporting events and schools have joined alongside all of the major corporations to aid the government into forcing their Christianity hating agendas. We watched elections get stolen and then we were lied to about it. Now I know how my mom must have felt when she said she would watch me do something and then I would try to convince her it did not happen. The country is controlled by globalists and they have infiltrated so many levels of government that it will take nothing short of a revolution to weed them out. They will now focus on getting us to swallow their environmental catastrophe that will be used to usher in their neo-feudalism. Seemingly all is lost.

Over the past several weeks I have been avoiding most things politics. Although I never truly escaped it because how could anyone in today’s world? I thought a short break would be exactly what I needed and it turned out that it was. I read several good Christmas books, shopped locally for my loved ones, watched great Christmas movies, and just reflected. In that time I have renewed myself by thinking long and hard about things. It is good to take a little break from the nonsense we are forced to consume on a regular basis. The neverending mocking and the gaslighting that we are forced to endure is trivial when thinking about what truly matters. The sacrifices of our ancestors throughout history so that we could be here today is truly something humbling when you think about it. I find myself feeling rather grateful.

I am reminded of one of Jordan Peterson’s rules, to be grateful in spite of your suffering. I do not believe that what we face the day is anything greater than our ancestors faced in their times. The enemies may be different and the means in which we fight them have changed, but the fact that there are people alongside me to face what is ahead is something that means that we will win in the end. It might not happen in our lifetime, but rest assured that it will happen. What better time to reflect on this than the birth of our Saviour, Christ the Lord?

Even with all of the despair we face on a regular basis, I still found the year 2022 to be quite possibly my favorite year of my life so far. So what do I even have to consider suffering?

We might not know the way forward in this fight, but I think that all we need to do is to look up. I have written a lot over the past few months about independence and how we must work to gain it back. The truth is that what gives life meaning is the relationships that we forge. I know I look forward to watching It’s a Wonderful Life every Christmas Eve. George Bailey is a favorite of mine and it has always been nourishment for my soul to watch it every year.

Do not forget the real reason for the season though and that is that our Saviour was born during the darkest of times.

Just a reminder to watch your yearly Charlie Brown Christmas which first aired in 1965.

“And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace and goodwill towards men.’

“That’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.”

Which One Wins?

So for everyone feeling like they are torn in two this Christmas Season, I hope you can relate. I think my head is spinning from the conflicting emotions and damn if it is not exhausting. I am reminded of the infamous line from Solzhenitsyn:

The line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between classes, nor between political parties either – but right through every human heart…even within hearts overwhelmed by evil, one small bridgehead of good is retained. And even in the best of all hearts, there remains…an uprooted small corner of evil.

I am also reminded of one of the greatest moments in human history of the Christmas Truce. I think that for the moment it serves to remember that we have more in common with the poor people of any other country-in this case our country- and to remember that we fight each other on behalf of theinterests of the wealthiest people in our countries. That has not changed since the Great War and it remains true today. Just like during the time in which Dickens wrote A Christmas Carol, the Malthusians of the day think this world is overpopulated by poor people. Jesus would have forgiven them, Dickens would have had Bill Gates visited by three ghosts, and George Bailey never would have stopped fighting for Bedford Falls. As I am none of the above, the best that I can do is, for the time being, I call a Christmas Truce in my own life with my family and friends. While I have not forgiven, nor forgotten the evils of the day, I am bound and determined to have a wonderful Christmas because the birth of Christ means that even in the darkest of times, there is a bright light. That bright light gives us hope because even if we lose in this world, we have so much to gain in the next.

I wish you all a Merry Christmas! I am humbled to have anyone who cares to read my ramblings and rants and I look forward to whatever comes our way in 2023. I know it will be difficult, but I am truly grateful to have people to fight the evils of our day. Let Christmas remind you that even when we fight this battle, our kingdom awaits us in the afterlife.

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