Day 276: Christmas Eve

This is Day 276 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Today’s also the start of the sixth week of Ohio’s three-week WuFlu Curfew.

And ’tis the night before Christmas. Deb and I are stirring, and we’re well.

It was almost ten o’clock last night by the time I posted my daily blog, owing to a great evening at Squeek’s. As I was about to share the link to my Ubi Libertas page on Facebook, I noticed something I hadn’t put there.

Next to a small Facebook logo was this message:

This Page Posts About COVID-19
Visit the COVID-19 Info Center for updates and answers to questions you may have about coronavirus.

Clicking on a button below the message launches the social-media site’s “Coronavirus (COVID-19) Information Center,” a repository for The Holy Narrative and tailored to my particular geographic location.

Now let’s be clear about something — our “betters” didn’t intrude on my page because I post about coronavirus. This message appeared because what I post isn’t sufficiently adherent to official State talking points, and Facebook wanted to warn you about that.

As you might imagine, I consider that a compliment. And yeah, you’ve been warned.

I don’t insist that anyone ignore what the State is saying — in fact, I believe we should know it, even study it. Remember, though, that it’s propaganda posing as expert advice.

The difference between The Holy Narrative and what you read here is the difference between fear and Liberty. The State, abetted by sycophants like Facebook, wants to control you. I, on the other hand, hope you’ll choose to be free.

That a social-media colossus felt it necessary to stick a caveat on my free expression shows that I’m on the right track.

As long as I’ve been flagged as a heretic, then, I may as well deliver an unauthorized Christmas message. Of course, we’ve been hearing the official drumbeat for weeks now — don’t travel and don’t gather with people you don’t live with, but if you’re selfish and reckless enough to do dumb shit like that, do it outdoors, stay the hell away from each other and FFS wear masks.

Our “betters” are trying to scold us into canceling Christmas. That’s really what it boils down to.

My message is simple: Do whatever you need to do to take care of yourself, and then ignore anyone who tries to shame you into not celebrating Christmas your way.

Ignore your mayor, your governor and other politicians who presume to stand between you and your Christmas. Ignore bureaucrats who frock themselves in lab coats. Ignore the talk shows, the pundits and the celebrity PSAs.

Definitely ignore the president-elect.

Most of all, ignore every empty-headed troll assuring you that if we behave now, we all can get together again, just like always, “next year.” Tomorrow isn’t promised to us, much less next year — wrap your arms around your loved ones now.

Holidays and family gatherings don’t belong to the State. They don’t belong to servile media and they sure as hell don’t belong to an army of meddling Karens. Christmas, and the way we celebrate it, lives in each of us and all of us, and we decide how we’ll observe it — “crisis” or not.

Before I was jettisoned from the workplace in October, I enjoyed having my warehouse radio tuned to talk radio and listening to Rush Limbaugh from noon to 3pm every day. Catching his show since then has been hit-and-miss, unfortunately, but I made sure to tune-in yesterday for his last broadcast before the Christmas holiday.

It was heart-wrenching.

See, there’s no telling when we’ll hear Rush broadcast live for the last time. He doesn’t know. No one does. He is, by his own admission, approaching his “expiration date.” And yet every morning he wakes up, takes stock of how he’s feeling and, if he believes he can do justice to his craft and his audience, he goes on the air.

Yesterday he sounded good, typical Rush, energetic and damned feisty throughout. During the broadcast he repeatedly struck a chord of gratitude. He candidly acknowledged the reality of his situation.

“I know so many people think this program has changed their lives for the better. You have no idea what you all have meant to me and my family. The day’s gonna come, folks, where I’m not gonna be able to do this. I don’t know when that is. I want to be able to do it for as long as I want to do it.

“I want to, but the day will come where I’m not going to be able to, and I want you to understand that even when the day comes, I’d like to be here. ‘Cause I have this sense of needing to constantly show my appreciation for all that you have done and meant to me. So I hope you all have a great Christmas, a great New Year, and I hope that the things that are in store for all of us in the coming year are certainly better than what we have endured in 2020.”

Ditto.

Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay free.

#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #MerryChristmas

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