thelibertybeacon--2020-12-24--The Real Santa … ???

The Real Santa … ???

It was thirty degrees .
Jenny walked barefoot into the backyard at three AM in her nightgown .
She felt nothing physical or mental .
Soon the spaceship came and she simply entered .
No words were needed because the vibrational pull was enough .
Inside , she was startled to see a heavyset , grinning human instead of an outer space man with slanted eyes and no mouth .
He was dressed in a Santa suit but looked like he had a genuine beard and mustache .
“ Hello , ” he greeted her with sing song .
She @ @ @ @ @ @ @ inside the ship .
All she could do was gasp .
“ Come in , dear , have a seat , ” he offered with a complacent smile , friendly except for a brief shift of his eyes to the right .
She stared .
“ Who are you ?
Where the hell am I ?
” She backed off , turning to see if she could pull the door open .
But there was no handle .
“ Oh , come on , sweetie .
You ’ ve watched enough horror movies @ @ @ @ @ @ @ from a huge panel with beeping , pulsing lights , very like a computer or airline monitor .
“ Have a seat , ” he repeated and waved again at a curved , translucent one .
“ No !
Tell me where the hell I am !
” She shouted , nearly out of control .
“ Sit , I ’ ll tell you , ” he answered with a calm nod as his smile got broad and his blue eyes glistened with glee .
Jenny looked down at the chair , assuming @ @ @ @ @ @ @ sat in it , it molded to her shape and was surprisingly comfortable .
She put her hands on the sides which also adjusted to her touch .
She stared at him .
“ This is a dream , ” she stated with some relief at explaining it to herself .
“ You think ?
” He said , humored .
“ Well , wake yourself up.
” Her eyes shifted in panic as the scene remained intact and even more real .
It didn ’ t change like a bad editing job @ @ @ @ @ @ @ go non sequitur .
“ Then it ’ s an abduction.
” She looked back at him .
He shrugged .
“ I guess you could call it that.
” His eyes went dull as he smirked .
“ But those guys are just employees.
” That made him more menacing .
“ You ’ re going to rape me .
Or take out my organs .
Depends what brand of insanity you like.
” He laughed .
“ I see you have watched some movies.
” She looked around as she spoke @ @ @ @ @ @ @ ” The walls were rounded and seemed to go iridescent , changing colors .
No windows , just a few panels that looked like they could open .
There was no sound .
But then she heard a hollow hum .
“ Are we taking off ?
” “ Yes , we are.
” He swiveled to the screen and read .
“ Says you ’ re twenty-eight and married with a child .
How nice.
” He was examining it but not smiling .
He studied her in sympathy .
“ Probably @ @ @ @ @ @ @ goodbye.
” “ Oh God !
Who the hell are you ?
Is this a publicity stunt ?
” He looked down at his jacket and pulled the fabric out with two fingers .
“ I ’ m Santa .
Can ’ t you tell ?
” She didn ’ t answer , just began to gasp as she breathed .
“ Funny you should say that.
” “ Ah , nice , ” he said , dropping his head back with a blissful smile .
He was undisturbed as his head went @ @ @ @ @ @ @ you folks down here would think so , yes.
” He frowned in thought and nodded to the side .
“ But I come from a different culture , you might say.
” He looked at her , absorbed in his explanation .
“ What do you want ?
” She repeated .
There was a faint sensation of motion but nothing like a plane .
“ Why , to enjoy you , ” he smiled , as if she should see the obvious .
She sneered at him .
“ By kidnapping @ @ @ @ @ @ @ ?
” He closed his eyes , sedated by her growing outburst .
“ That should fill me up for a while.
” He yawned and stretched , his big belly getting bigger .
She stared , terrified of his next move .
He rested his head back , then rolled it toward her with drug-like eyes that drifted to hers .
“ You ’ re so sweet.
” She tried to squeeze further back into her seat , squeezing her legs together , sure he was going to attack and rape her @ @ @ @ @ @ @ to the pressure .
“ Ah !
Wonderful !
” He moaned .
“ You ’ re anger feels so much better than your fear , you know that ?
” He raised his head .
“ Can you please take me home.
” Her voice shook .
“ Oh , now you ’ re back in fear.
” “ Well OK , that ’ ll still fill me up.
” He turned quickly to her and his brows furrowed .
“ Don ’ t die on me , okay ?
” He @ @ @ @ @ @ @ away .
“ Nah , you ’ re too young for a heart attack.
” “ Why are you dressed like Santa ?
” “ Because I am Santa , I told you.
” He smiled , pretending impatience .
“ But you don ’ t know who Santa really is.
” “ Well , my job for all these centuries was to mentally inundate everyone on Earth , especially children , with the need for things.
” “ Why ?
” Despite her anxiety , she was interested .
She ’ d @ @ @ @ @ @ @ universe and he seemed like a prime example .
“ Well , to keep them docile and preoccupied , of course.
” “ For what purpose ?
” She frowned in confusion .
“ So they will accept all the control and manipulation and misery we give them.
” She paused , taking in the shock .
” Why did you pick me tonight ?
” “ Because you were searching online for extraterrestrials in government and you were getting too savvy and happy.
” She stared at him , recalling the videos @ @ @ @ @ @ @ exact thing .
How scary , she realized , that she was being spied on by aliens outside the earth .
Is it safe anywhere ?
“ We do spot checks now and then.
” He turned fully to her , raised his hand and continued his lecture .
“ You see , you Earth people are not smart enough to control your own lives and the data you find is too dangerous for you to handle.
” He looked bored and rolled his eyes .
“ We run the government .
As @ @ @ @ @ @ @ far more intelligent.
” He smiled with pleasure and closed his eyes .
“ Nice .
Like a prayer.
” He turned back to the console .
“ I ’ ll be taking you home now .
But I ’ ll be back .
You ’ re a nice feisty one .
Your anger is bellisimo !
” He put his fingertips to his lips , kissed them and threw them toward her .
“ I was going to dump you somewhere if you didn ’ t work out .
So you ’ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ and grinned at her .
Her impulse was to scream at him but she kept it in check .
No reason to make him happier Five seconds went by .
“ Okay , we ’ re back.
” She didn ’ t trust him to let her go and decided to try an experiment .
What if I ’ m happy ?
She looked at him .
“ I ’ m very thirsty for some reason .
Do you have some orange juice before I go ?
” That always gave her intense @ @ @ @ @ @ @ .
He was puzzled and shrugged .
“ Sure , you ’ ve been good to me.
” He seemed to meditate on the wall and in three seconds , he pulled out a wineglass filled with the juice .
He handed it to her with a flair .
She sipped it .
Her smile was a bit cunning but she couldn ’ t help that .
The juice was heavenly and she had to trust it wasn ’ t poisoned .
“ So you thrive on other people ’ s misery.
” @ @ @ @ @ @ @ to do our work , ” he said with cheer .
He waved minutely and the door opened .
” The only way we can control you is to make you too unhappy to rebel.
” He smiled , then sighed .
“ But some of you are getting too smart-ass .
That ’ s why I came to check on you.
” That was the most convoluted , cockeyed and evil reasoning she ’ d ever heard but glad to hear she was a smart-ass .
She stepped out backwards , took @ @ @ @ @ @ @ with the happiest memories she could muster – her wedding , her child ’ s birth , the day her husband ’ s business went into extreme affluence .
She drank more juice and manufactured more joy about their new house .
It all rose , effervescent , in her chest .
She threw it all at him , a fully-charged , emotional bullet .
He flinched and glared at her through the still open door with an open mouth .
“ What are you doing ?
” She backed off but continued @ @ @ @ @ @ @ He stood straight up and turned greenish .
His whole face distorted like melting wax and then went solid .
His body narrowed down to about a hundred and fifty pounds .
His ears bent forward , a brilliant red .
His eyes were like tiny , purple rhinestones below thick white brows that tossed hair around in all directions .
His voice bellowed and echoed with no aid from a megaphone .
“ You will not be happy !
You will remain an obedient and willing laborer !
” He pointed a @ @ @ @ @ @ @ black fingernail .
“ The real Santa , ” she whispered , approaching dread .
She was getting dizzy , a heavy drugged sensation .
Her stomach got nauseous .
A stabbing shock , like pin prickles , traveled throughout her body , accompanied by high-pitched whining .
She covered her ears because they hurt .
“ Oh , shit !
” No !
Be happy !
She commanded herself , replaying the same moments but they barely made a dent , like cowed children in the face of a beating .
She @ @ @ @ @ @ @ nausea .
Be happy .
He laughed .
“ Give it up , my lady .
You can never beat this.
” He shook his purple head , “ Silly ass you are .
Like all the rest.
” “ Be happy , ” she chanted , breathing deeper .
All the discomfort quieted a moment , enough for her to see another option .
She looked up at him and imagined him happy helping others , being happy for their happiness .
She tossed it at him .
What a chore .
@ @ @ @ @ @ @ that threw it back at her or dissolved it midair .
Plus , he was so repulsive , in looks and spirit .
But she didn ’ t stop .
He looked close to vomiting and went grim and pensive ; then he panted and bent forward with an apparent pain in his chest .
He started gasping , his eyes now pulsating a flashing yellow light in the midst of the purple .
Suddenly , the door slammed shut and she stared at it .
In literally no time , it was @ @ @ @ @ @ @ wide eyes and bent forward .
The ship stopped , hovered and trembled .
“ Oh , no , he ’ s coming back !
” She sipped and created joy to make sure he didn ’ t drop to the ground .
She threw in a fantasy that Tom Cruise gave her a lead in his new movie .
In five seconds , she saw the ship blow up in the air and crash to the ground about half a mile away .
“ Oh , my God !
Touchdown !
” @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Bill , her husband was running to her , a tall , lanky guy .
He bent down on one knee .
“ Jenny !
What ’ s wrong !
” She was unconscious .
He went close to her mouth .
Barely a breath .
“ Oh , my God…Jenny !
” He shook her lightly .
Her head turned , her eyes opened to blank slits , like someone waking from a bad LSD trip .
But in a moment , they cleared and she smiled at him .
“ Hi.
@ @ @ @ @ @ @ you doing out here ?
” He pulled off his bathrobe , lifted her and wrapped it around her .
“ I ’ m okay , ” she murmured , putting a palm to her forehead and getting up on one elbow .
She looked up into his puzzled , worried face .
“ I ’ m fine… More than fine.
” He could tell she was fully conscious and not delirious but still , he was concerned .
Something had changed .
He ran his hand down the side of her face @ @ @ @ @ @ @ this your period or something ?
” She held a steady gaze and smiled .
“ No .
You know what this world needs ?
” He was moved by her open joy .
“ What ?
” He paused , considering that obvious and not the time for philosophy .
“ Well , of course.
” He reconsidered if she was really lucid .
“ No , no .
I ’ m serious.
” She stood up and wobbled .
He steadied her as she put a palm on his chest .
@ @ @ @ @ @ @ as we can and help as many people be as happy as they can .
It ’ s a matter of pure survival.
” He paused , taking in her fixed brilliance .
“ You got it .
But…can we start being happy by going back inside ?
” He chuckled and shivered in the cold .
“ Sounds like a plan.
” They walked back toward the house arm in arm .
“ You ever imagine you could think your way to happiness ?
” She asked him .
“ Hmmm , @ @ @ @ @ @ @ He rubbed his chin and laughed .
“ We will.
” She moved closer to him , then looked off , amused at the thought : Santa gave me what I need this year … and the next .
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Preface by Author, Lucille Femine: I came across this short story I wrote a few years ago and I think it’s very apropos for Christmas as well as for The Liberty Beacon. I hope you enjoy the message as well as your holidays. Gather family and friends, no matter how many, and have a blast!
The Real Santa
It was thirty degrees. Jenny walked barefoot into the backyard at three AM in her nightgown. She felt nothing physical or mental. Soon the spaceship came and she simply entered. No words were needed because the vibrational pull was enough.
Inside, she was startled to see a heavyset, grinning human instead of an outer space man with slanted eyes and no mouth. He was dressed in a Santa suit but looked like he had a genuine beard and mustache. “Hello,” he greeted her with sing song.
She was fully awake now that she was inside the ship. All she could do was gasp.
“Come in, dear, have a seat,” he offered with a complacent smile, friendly except for a brief shift of his eyes to the right.
She stared. “Who are you? Where the hell am I?” She backed off, turning to see if she could pull the door open. But there was no handle.
“Oh, come on, sweetie. You’ve watched enough horror movies to know better.” He swiveled around from a huge panel with beeping, pulsing lights, very like a computer or airline monitor. “Have a seat,” he repeated and waved again at a curved, translucent one.
“No! Tell me where the hell I am!” She shouted, nearly out of control.
“Sit, I’ll tell you,” he answered with a calm nod as his smile got broad and his blue eyes glistened with glee.
Jenny looked down at the chair, assuming it was hard plastic but when she sat in it, it molded to her shape and was surprisingly comfortable. She put her hands on the sides which also adjusted to her touch. She stared at him. “This is a dream,” she stated with some relief at explaining it to herself.
“You think?” He said, humored. “Well, wake yourself up.”
Her eyes shifted in panic as the scene remained intact and even more real. It didn’t change like a bad editing job, the way dreams did, or go non sequitur. “Then it’s an abduction.” She looked back at him.
He shrugged. “I guess you could call it that.” His eyes went dull as he smirked. “But those guys are just employees.”
That made him more menacing. “You’re going to rape me. Or take out my organs. Depends what brand of insanity you like.”
He laughed. “I see you have watched some movies.”
She looked around as she spoke. ”What do you want?” The walls were rounded and seemed to go iridescent, changing colors. No windows, just a few panels that looked like they could open. There was no sound. But then she heard a hollow hum. “Are we taking off?”
“Yes, we are.” He swiveled to the screen and read. “Says you’re twenty-eight and married with a child. How nice.” He was examining it but not smiling.
“Will I see them again?”
He studied her in sympathy. “Probably not. Well, maybe to say goodbye.”
“Oh God! Who the hell are you? Is this a publicity stunt?”
He looked down at his jacket and pulled the fabric out with two fingers. “I’m Santa. Can’t you tell?”
She didn’t answer, just began to gasp as she breathed.
“You’re frightened.” He murmured.
“Funny you should say that.”
“Ah, nice,” he said, dropping his head back with a blissful smile.
Her mouth opened with understanding. “You’re a sadist.”
He was undisturbed as his head went up straight again. “Well, you folks down here would think so, yes.” He frowned in thought and nodded to the side. “But I come from a different culture, you might say.” He looked at her, absorbed in his explanation.
“What do you want?” She repeated. There was a faint sensation of motion but nothing like a plane.
“Why, to enjoy you,” he smiled, as if she should see the obvious.
She sneered at him. “By kidnapping me and getting off on my fear?”
“You’re getting angry,” he grinned.
“You’re a freakin’ pervert!” she whispered.
He closed his eyes, sedated by her growing outburst. “That should fill me up for a while.” He yawned and stretched, his big belly getting bigger.
She stared, terrified of his next move.
He rested his head back, then rolled it toward her with drug-like eyes that drifted to hers. “You’re so sweet.”
She tried to squeeze further back into her seat, squeezing her legs together, sure he was going to attack and rape her now. All it did was mold to the pressure.
“Don’t worry. I don’t need that,” he snickered. “We’ve evolved. We’re superior.”
“Really? You’re a fat sadist!” She shouted.
“Ah! Wonderful!” He moaned. “You’re anger feels so much better than your fear, you know that?” He raised his head.
“Can you please take me home.” Her voice shook.
“Oh, now you’re back in fear.” “Well OK, that’ll still fill me up.” He turned quickly to her and his brows furrowed. “Don’t die on me, okay?” He paused and reconsidered, waving the thought away. “Nah, you’re too young for a heart attack.”
“Why are you dressed like Santa?”
“Because I am Santa, I told you.” He smiled, pretending impatience. “But you don’t know who Santa really is.”
“Oh?”
“Well, my job for all these centuries was to mentally inundate everyone on Earth, especially children, with the need for things.”
“Why?” Despite her anxiety, she was interested. She’d read about certain evil forces in the universe and he seemed like a prime example.
“Well, to keep them docile and preoccupied, of course.”
“For what purpose?” She frowned in confusion.
“So they will accept all the control and manipulation and misery we give them.”
She paused, taking in the shock. ”Why did you pick me tonight?”
“Because you were searching online for extraterrestrials in government and you were getting too savvy and happy.”
She stared at him, recalling the videos she’d looked at of that exact thing. How scary, she realized, that she was being spied on by aliens outside the earth. Is it safe anywhere?
“We do spot checks now and then.” He turned fully to her, raised his hand and continued his lecture. “You see, you Earth people are not smart enough to control your own lives and the data you find is too dangerous for you to handle.”
“You sound like the government.”
He looked bored and rolled his eyes. “We run the government. As I said, we are superior and far more intelligent.”
“Many highly intelligent people are insane,” she fumed.
He smiled with pleasure and closed his eyes. “Nice. Like a prayer.” He turned back to the console. “I’ll be taking you home now. But I’ll be back. You’re a nice feisty one. Your anger is bellisimo!” He put his fingertips to his lips, kissed them and threw them toward her. “I was going to dump you somewhere if you didn’t work out. So you’re lucky.” He raised his eyebrows and grinned at her.
Her impulse was to scream at him but she kept it in check. No reason to make him happier
Five seconds went by. “Okay, we’re back.”
She didn’t trust him to let her go and decided to try an experiment. What if I’m happy? She looked at him. “I’m very thirsty for some reason. Do you have some orange juice before I go?” That always gave her intense pleasure; she could use the help.
He was puzzled and shrugged. “Sure, you’ve been good to me.” He seemed to meditate on the wall and in three seconds, he pulled out a wineglass filled with the juice. He handed it to her with a flair.
She sipped it. Her smile was a bit cunning but she couldn’t help that. The juice was heavenly and she had to trust it wasn’t poisoned. “So you thrive on other people’s misery.”
“Immensely. Your emotion motivates us to do our work,” he said with cheer. He waved minutely and the door opened. ”The only way we can control you is to make you too unhappy to rebel.” He smiled, then sighed. “But some of you are getting too smart-ass. That’s why I came to check on you.”
That was the most convoluted, cockeyed and evil reasoning she’d ever heard but glad to hear she was a smart-ass. She stepped out backwards, took a deep breath and filled her mind with the happiest memories she could muster – her wedding, her child’s birth, the day her husband’s business went into extreme affluence. She drank more juice and manufactured more joy about their new house. It all rose, effervescent, in her chest. She threw it all at him, a fully-charged, emotional bullet.
He flinched and glared at her through the still open door with an open mouth. “What are you doing?”
She backed off but continued. Stay happy. Stay happy.
He stood straight up and turned greenish. His whole face distorted like melting wax and then went solid. His body narrowed down to about a hundred and fifty pounds. His ears bent forward, a brilliant red. His eyes were like tiny, purple rhinestones below thick white brows that tossed hair around in all directions. His voice bellowed and echoed with no aid from a megaphone. “You will not be happy! You will remain an obedient and willing laborer!” He pointed a long finger that ended in a curved black fingernail.
“The real Santa,” she whispered, approaching dread. She was getting dizzy, a heavy drugged sensation. Her stomach got nauseous. A stabbing shock, like pin prickles, traveled throughout her body, accompanied by high-pitched whining. She covered her ears because they hurt. “Oh, shit!”
“Nice,” he murmured, his anger abated.
No! Be happy! She commanded herself, replaying the same moments but they barely made a dent, like cowed children in the face of a beating.
She took deep breaths, holding down the nausea. Be happy.
He laughed. “Give it up, my lady. You can never beat this.” He shook his purple head, “Silly ass you are. Like all the rest.”
“Be happy,” she chanted, breathing deeper. All the discomfort quieted a moment, enough for her to see another option. She looked up at him and imagined him happy helping others, being happy for their happiness. She tossed it at him. What a chore. She had to fight through concrete resistance that threw it back at her or dissolved it midair. Plus, he was so repulsive, in looks and spirit. But she didn’t stop.
He looked close to vomiting and went grim and pensive; then he panted and bent forward with an apparent pain in his chest. He started gasping, his eyes now pulsating a flashing yellow light in the midst of the purple. Suddenly, the door slammed shut and she stared at it. In literally no time, it was silently airborne.
She watched it with wide eyes and bent forward. The ship stopped, hovered and trembled. “Oh, no, he’s coming back!” She sipped and created joy to make sure he didn’t drop to the ground. She threw in a fantasy that Tom Cruise gave her a lead in his new movie. In five seconds, she saw the ship blow up in the air and crash to the ground about half a mile away. “Oh, my God! Touchdown!” Then she fainted, barely breathing.
Bill, her husband was running to her, a tall, lanky guy. He bent down on one knee. “Jenny! What’s wrong!”
She was unconscious. He went close to her mouth. Barely a breath. “Oh, my God…Jenny!” He shook her lightly.
Her head turned, her eyes opened to blank slits, like someone waking from a bad LSD trip. But in a moment, they cleared and she smiled at him. “Hi.”
“What happened? What are you doing out here?” He pulled off his bathrobe, lifted her and wrapped it around her.
“I’m okay,” she murmured, putting a palm to her forehead and getting up on one elbow. She looked up into his puzzled, worried face. “I’m fine… More than fine.”
He could tell she was fully conscious and not delirious but still, he was concerned. Something had changed. He ran his hand down the side of her face. “Are you sick? Is this your period or something?”
She held a steady gaze and smiled. “No. You know what this world needs?”
He was moved by her open joy. “What?”
“To be happy no matter what.”
He paused, considering that obvious and not the time for philosophy. “Well, of course.” He reconsidered if she was really lucid.
“No, no. I’m serious.” She stood up and wobbled. He steadied her as she put a palm on his chest. “We need to be as happy as we can and help as many people be as happy as they can. It’s a matter of pure survival.”
He paused, taking in her fixed brilliance. “You got it. But…can we start being happy by going back inside?” He chuckled and shivered in the cold.
“Sounds like a plan.” They walked back toward the house arm in arm.
“You ever imagine you could think your way to happiness?” She asked him.
“Hmmm, have to work on that one.” He rubbed his chin and laughed.
“We will.” She moved closer to him, then looked off, amused at the thought:
Santa gave me what I need this year … and the next.
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thelibertybeacon--2020-12-24--Trump adviser Peter Navarro urges ‘cesspool’ Georgia to delay Senate runoff until February

Peter Navarro , a key White House adviser to President Trump , is urging Georgia officials to delay by a month the Jan. 5 runoff races in that state that will determine control of the U.S. Senate so that GOP concerns about November election irregularities can be resolved first .
“ It is a cesspool , ” Navarro said of Georgia ’ s election system .
Navarro , the president ’ s chief adviser on manufacturing and trade issues , recently issued a report as a private citizen entitled “ Immaculate Deception ” that catalogued six categories of irregularities in @ @ @ @ @ @ @ .
He told Just the News that Georgia encountered problems in all six categories , and the state needs to restore confidence among the electorate , especially Republicans , before proceeding with the all-important Senate runoffs .
Republicans have secured 50 seats in the next U.S. Senate , with Democrats holding 48 .
The runoff races between GOP incumbent Sens .
Kelly Loeffler and David Perdue and their respective Democratic challengers , Raphael Warnock and Jon Ossoff , will determine which party controls the Senate .
Republicans need to win just one of @ @ @ @ @ @ @ would need to win both and then have Vice President Kamala Harris , if she takes office on Jan. 20 , cast deciding votes for Democrats to control .
“ We got to move that election to February , ” Navarro said in an interview conducted by Just the News for Real America ’ s Voice TV network , “ because everything that I described in my chart … that matrix , every single check mark in those six dimensions , it is a cesspool .
And they are doubling down on everything @ @ @ @ @ @ @ ” Citing multiple audits and recounts , Georgia ’ s Gov .
Brian Kemp and Secretary of State Brad Raffensperger , both Republicans , insist there were no significant problems in the state ’ s November elections , but they recently ordered a signature verification check on ballots to address GOP concerns .
Multiple lawsuits challenging the state ’ s results , which show Joe Biden a razor-thin winner , have failed .
But Trump-aligned Republicans have cited evidence of irregularities , including the belated discovery of uncounted ballots in a few counties @ @ @ @ @ @ @ in negotiated settlements with Democrats as violating the law or undercutting public trust in the vote count .
Navarro said he believes the delay will give time to review , address and fix any irregularities and give confidence to a large segment of conservatives in the electorate who currently distrust the November results .
The alternative , he said , is to leave millions of voters angry and distrustful in future elections .
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Trump adviser Peter Navarro urges ‘cesspool’ Georgia to delay Senate runoff until February
Navarro says GOP concerns about state’s November election need to be addressed before next vote.
By John Solomon
Peter Navarro, a key White House adviser to President Trump, is urging Georgia officials to delay by a month the Jan. 5 runoff races in that state that will determine control of the U.S. Senate so that GOP concerns about November election irregularities can be resolved first.
“It is a cesspool,” Navarro said of Georgia’s election system.
Navarro, the president’s chief adviser on manufacturing and trade issues, recently issued a report as a private citizen entitled “Immaculate Deception” that catalogued six categories of irregularities in the presidential election that have concerned Republicans. He told Just the News that Georgia encountered problems in all six categories, and the state needs to restore confidence among the electorate, especially Republicans, before proceeding with the all-important Senate runoffs.
Republicans have secured 50 seats in the next U.S. Senate, with Democrats holding 48. The runoff races between GOP incumbent Sens. Kelly Loeffler and David Perdue and their respective Democratic challengers, Raphael Warnock and Jon Ossoff, will determine which party controls the Senate.
Republicans need to win just one of the races for control, while Democrats would need to win both and then have Vice President Kamala Harris, if she takes office on Jan. 20, cast deciding votes for Democrats to control.
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“We got to move that election to February,” Navarro said in an interview conducted by Just the News for Real America’s Voice TV network, “because everything that I described in my chart … that matrix, every single check mark in those six dimensions, it is a cesspool. And they are doubling down on everything they did wrong in the first election.”
Citing multiple audits and recounts, Georgia’s Gov. Brian Kemp and Secretary of State Brad Raffensperger, both Republicans, insist there were no significant problems in the state’s November elections, but they recently ordered a signature verification check on ballots to address GOP concerns. Multiple lawsuits challenging the state’s results, which show Joe Biden a razor-thin winner, have failed.
But Trump-aligned Republicans have cited evidence of irregularities, including the belated discovery of uncounted ballots in a few counties, as well as election changes made in negotiated settlements with Democrats as violating the law or undercutting public trust in the vote count.
Navarro said he believes the delay will give time to review, address and fix any irregularities and give confidence to a large segment of conservatives in the electorate who currently distrust the November results.
The alternative, he said, is to leave millions of voters angry and distrustful in future elections.
“This is just going to be tough,” he said. “But if we get to Inauguration Day, and we inaugurate an illegal and illegitimate president, in the eyes of the public, and based on the evidence, this is not going to be pretty for years to come,” he warned.
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thelibertybeacon--2020-12-25--Tidings of Comfort and Joy

Tidings of Comfort and Joy

Very briefly , as it is Christmas , let ’ s put a little bit of attention on the positives .
With our attention being fixed as if with steel rivets upon the choking smokescreen of disingenuous twaddle emanating from Supprssion Central as ( they hope ) cover for the conquest-by-internal-subversion of once free ( ish ) nations , it is easy to lose sight of an important fact .
The important fact is this : the shenanigsans of 2020 have obscured real indications that the planet is actually improving .
I know it doesn ’ t seem like it @ @ @ @ @ @ @ ; to make it hard to see .
There is the adage that , “ there is no smoke without fire ” .
It is actually not true as any chemist or cinema special effects wallah will tell you but there is another adage that is rarely mentioned , mainly because I have just invented it : There is no smoke screen without skulduggery .
What we have now entered is the phase where , when order is put in on a mess , ( take tidying up a messy room for example @ @ @ @ @ @ @ The mess in this case is the mismanaged mess that passes for the organisation and coordinatiom of the affairs of large numbers of human beings on this planet .
And , dear God , it really has been a mess , which is what tends to happen when you make the mistake of entrusting said organisation to criminals and pychopaths , then leaving them to it and expecting things to be all right .
Be that as it may , returning to the analogy of the messy room , when you start to @ @ @ @ @ @ @ stamp some order upon the mess , for a while it kind of feels like it is getting worse .
You feel a bit overwhelmed and you kind of wish you had never started as you fish three-week-old dirty socks from under the bed then try to find the launbdry basket which is hidden behind the fish tank with the dead goldfish in it .
But the secret is to keep going , to persist through the sensation of confusion sort of welling up in your face , keep imposing order and sooner @ @ @ @ @ @ @ you have a reasonably tidy room .
So it is with planet Earth at this point in time .
Very briefly – and one could write an entire ruddy book on the subject – man has come a hell of a long way , materially and socially .
The standard of living across the planet is at its highest point ever , with LESS poverty than ever , DESPITE an increasing population and in the face of determined efforts to inhibit or prevent that progress by various vested interests which we ’ ll @ @ @ @ @ @ @ is a greater sense of justice and human rights than ever .
There is ( or was until the COVID psytop provided an excuse to stop it ) greater worldwide travel then ever , more intermarriage , more of people from one country living and working in another , more communications among people , more familiarity of people with people , a greater sense of kinship and global community .
As a result , it has become very much more difficult for the vested interets who have thrived off of Man being at @ @ @ @ @ @ @ real enthusiasm amongst people to go slaugher other people .
Hence – notwithstanding the efforts of the merchants of Chaos of the MSM to make it seem otherwise – there is less war than ever and fewer people than every dying in wars DESPITE a greater sophistication of weaponry and huge propaganda and disinormation campaigns on the part of vested interests to whip up some hysteria .
Hence , we have a replacement for war : scary epidemics .
Unable as they once were to easily persuade Man to regard his fellow Man @ @ @ @ @ @ @ must all surrender our liberty and good sense to fight is now a bug .
And just as they did with our fellow man , those who want us to fear an external threat enough to surrender life liberty and the pursuit of common- ruddy-sense , set their their propaganda ( lying ) machine into overdrive .
Basically , to get Man upset or scared enough to be malleable , you really have to work him over with your insidious mind games .
If you don ’ t , in a climate of @ @ @ @ @ @ @ prefer to skip the whole frothing-at-the-mouth , headless-chicken , hysteria thing if it is all the same to you .
We do have better things to do .
And thus at this time we have a progaganda machine in overdrive and a weird determination to crush the economies of the world ’ s most prosperous nations and inject the citizenry thereof with some worrying chemicals .
Man has been doing too well and headed in the genral direction of something too conducive to his confidence and sense of self worth for somebody ’ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ concerted effort to put a stop to it .
Imagine a penitentiary full of inmates who were wongly convicted and , sick of being there , start to organise some sort of prison break .
The guards and trustees and the governor in his high tower get nervous .
There are a LOT of inmates and only a few guards and if the inmates really get uppity and decide to bring down the walls and grab their freedom , the governor , guards and trustees fear they will at that point be thoroughly @ @ @ @ @ @ @ shareholders – for this is a prison run for profit – and Board stand to lose a packet and we can ’ t have that !
So a lot of effort is invested in convincing the inmates that their dreams of liberty are futile , to throw them out of communication and cooperation with one another or even actually fighting one another instead of the guards .
And if it still looks dicey , impose a lockdown and confine the inmates to their cells .
.
.
Yet the drive for freedom can @ @ @ @ @ @ @ right on growing no matter what the guards and trustees and governor in his high tower do , what mind games they play or what sly tricks they pull .
In the present world , we see a freedom movement that has expanded almost miraculously in recent months , a massive surge that embraces many times previous numbers and spans generations , professions , social position and so on .
It has expanded despite the most expensive and pervasive disinformation campaign in history through the governors ’ control of their trustees in the @ @ @ @ @ @ @ tech giants of the internet .
You almost feel sorry for the guards and trustees .
They have all that money and power , all that apparent domination of the internet and the media , all that command of the psyops and propaganda machinery , all that money , all that infiltration into government of their political proxies and STILL the freedom movement grows .
That growth , in the teeth of , or perhaps even stimulated by , the C @ V # D psyop – probably the most pervasive all-out psychological @ @ @ @ @ @ @ has been phenomenal .
And it has been global .
The effort to impose some sort of authoritarian technocratic ” Utopia ” on Man from the top down , has stimulated and energised the growth of its antithesis : The recognition by human kind that we all have a common enemy has brought about the growth of a sense of global community growing naturally and organically from the grass roots across the entire planet .
It is based not on subterfuge , manipulation , imposition or coercion .
It is based upon human @ @ @ @ @ @ @ that we , the People , working together are the greatest power on this planet and that we can make our prison break and live better , more harmonious lives in the wide free spaces outside the prison walls .
To all my brothers and sisters , the billions of people of good will of this planet , a very happy Christmas , for now and all the Christmases to come .

by Fabian
Very briefly, as it is Christmas, let’s put a little bit of attention on the positives.
With our attention being fixed as if with steel rivets upon the choking smokescreen of disingenuous twaddle emanating from Supprssion Central as (they hope) cover for the conquest-by-internal-subversion of once free(ish) nations, it is easy to lose sight of an important fact.
The important fact is this: the shenanigsans of 2020 have obscured real indications that the planet is actually improving.
I know it doesn’t seem like it. That is the purpose of smokescreens; to make it hard to see.
There is the adage that, “there is no smoke without fire”. It is actually not true as any chemist or cinema special effects wallah will tell you but there is another adage that is rarely mentioned, mainly because I have just invented it:
There is no smoke screen without skulduggery.
What we have now entered is the phase where, when order is put in on a mess, (take tidying up a messy room for example) confusion starts to blow off.
The mess in this case is the mismanaged mess that passes for the organisation and coordinatiom of the affairs of large numbers of human beings on this planet.
And, dear God, it really has been a mess, which is what tends to happen when you make the mistake of entrusting said organisation to criminals and pychopaths, then leaving them to it and expecting things to be all right.
Be that as it may, returning to the analogy of the messy room, when you start to tidy it up, to reorgnise and stamp some order upon the mess, for a while it kind of feels like it is getting worse.
You feel a bit overwhelmed and you kind of wish you had never started as you fish three-week-old dirty socks from under the bed then try to find the launbdry basket which is hidden behind the fish tank with the dead goldfish in it.
But the secret is to keep going, to persist through the sensation of confusion sort of welling up in your face, keep imposing order and sooner or later it all settles down and you have a reasonably tidy room.
So it is with planet Earth at this point in time.
Very briefly – and one could write an entire ruddy book on the subject – man has come a hell of a long way, materially and socially.
The standard of living across the planet is at its highest point ever, with LESS poverty than ever, DESPITE an increasing population and in the face of determined efforts to inhibit or prevent that progress by various vested interests which we’ll go into in later articles.
There is a greater sense of justice and human rights than ever.
There is (or was until the COVID psytop provided an excuse to stop it) greater worldwide travel then ever, more intermarriage, more of people from one country living and working in another, more communications among people, more familiarity of people with people, a greater sense of kinship and global community.
As a result, it has become very much more difficult for the vested interets who have thrived off of Man being at war with Man to whip up any real enthusiasm amongst people to go slaugher other people.
Hence – notwithstanding the efforts of the merchants of Chaos of the MSM to make it seem otherwise – there is less war than ever and fewer people than every dying in wars DESPITE a greater sophistication of weaponry and huge propaganda and disinormation campaigns on the part of vested interests to whip up some hysteria.
Hence, we have a replacement for war: scary epidemics. Unable as they once were to easily persuade Man to regard his fellow Man as the enemy, the enemy we must all surrender our liberty and good sense to fight is now a bug.
And just as they did with our fellow man, those who want us to fear an external threat enough to surrender life liberty and the pursuit of common- ruddy-sense, set their their propaganda (lying) machine into overdrive.
Basically, to get Man upset or scared enough to be malleable, you really have to work him over with your insidious mind games. If you don’t, in a climate of reason and simple observation, man would prefer to skip the whole frothing-at-the-mouth, headless-chicken, hysteria thing if it is all the same to you. We do have better things to do.
And thus at this time we have a progaganda machine in overdrive and a weird determination to crush the economies of the world’s most prosperous nations and inject the citizenry thereof with some worrying chemicals.
Man has been doing too well and headed in the genral direction of something too conducive to his confidence and sense of self worth for somebody’s taste and there is currently a concerted effort to put a stop to it.
Imagine a penitentiary full of inmates who were wongly convicted and, sick of being there, start to organise some sort of prison break.
The guards and trustees and the governor in his high tower get nervous. There are a LOT of inmates and only a few guards and if the inmates really get uppity and decide to bring down the walls and grab their freedom, the governor, guards and trustees fear they will at that point be thoroughly doomed. Not only that but the shareholders – for this is a prison run for profit – and Board stand to lose a packet and we can’t have that!
So a lot of effort is invested in convincing the inmates that their dreams of liberty are futile, to throw them out of communication and cooperation with one another or even actually fighting one another instead of the guards.
And if it still looks dicey, impose a lockdown and confine the inmates to their cells . . .
Yet the drive for freedom cannot be crushed. It just keeps right on growing no matter what the guards and trustees and governor in his high tower do, what mind games they play or what sly tricks they pull.
In the present world, we see a freedom movement that has expanded almost miraculously in recent months, a massive surge that embraces many times previous numbers and spans generations, professions, social position and so on.
It has expanded despite the most expensive and pervasive disinformation campaign in history through the governors’ control of their trustees in the media, the social networks and the tech giants of the internet.
You almost feel sorry for the guards and trustees. They have all that money and power, all that apparent domination of the internet and the media, all that command of the psyops and propaganda machinery, all that money, all that infiltration into government of their political proxies and STILL the freedom movement grows.
That growth, in the teeth of, or perhaps even stimulated by, the C@V#D psyop – probably the most pervasive all-out psychological warfare operation against humankind in history – has been phenomenal.
And it has been global.
The effort to impose some sort of authoritarian technocratic”Utopia” on Man from the top down, has stimulated and energised the growth of its antithesis:
The recognition by human kind that we all have a common enemy has brought about the growth of a sense of global community growing naturally and organically from the grass roots across the entire planet.
It is based not on subterfuge, manipulation, imposition or coercion. It is based upon human kinship, agreement and the dawning awareness that we, the People, working together are the greatest power on this planet and that we can make our prison break and live better, more harmonious lives in the wide free spaces outside the prison walls.
To all my brothers and sisters, the billions of people of good will of this planet, a very happy Christmas, for now and all the Christmases to come.
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thelibertybeacon--2020-12-25--The Wishing Stone Christmas

The Wishing Stone Christmas

Spenser listened intently to the teacher at Sunday school as she told the story of baby Jesus being born on Christmas Day , but all he wanted to do was hurry home and read the story himself while holding his stone .
Wouldn ’ t it be amazing to be there when Jesus was born ?
Though he had gone into many books after receiving his wishing stone , he had never thought about going into the Bible until now .
“ Okay , have a wonderful week and don ’ t forget the reason for the season , ” @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Bible to his chest and shifted from one foot to the other as he waited for his parents to come pick him up .
Though the church wasn ’ t scary , the teachers would never let him leave until one of his parents came to pick him up , and as they usually picked up Kayleigh and Jackson first , he was often one of the last kids picked up from his room .
The time dragged on even more today because of his excitement , but soon he saw his dad @ @ @ @ @ @ @ .
“ Dad , can we go straight home today ?
” Spenser asked , tugging on his father ’ s sleeve .
Spenser shook his head , his copper hair rifling slightly from the force of the shake .
“ No , let ’ s just go home.
” “ Okay , well let ’ s see what your mother wants to do , ” his father said as he led the way back toward the sanctuary .
Thankfully , his mother was in the mood to head home too .
She @ @ @ @ @ @ @ never liked grabbing fast food anymore anyway .
As Spenser piled in the backseat with his brother and sister , he whispered his plan to them .
Their eyes grew wide with excitement , but they promised not to say anything until they got home .
Once the car pulled into the driveway , Spenser and Jackson raced into the house .
Kayleigh followed close behind , but as she couldn ’ t undo her own car seat buckle , she was usually the last out .
“ Mom , we ’ ll @ @ @ @ @ @ @ time , ” Spenser called as he led the way up the stairs with Jackson and Kayleigh behind him .
They had gone on enough adventures to know that even though time passed for them , it never seemed to pass in the real world , so as long as they could get into the story quick enough , they would be fine .
The three children piled on Spenser ’ s bed after he had rescued the stone from its hiding place in his top drawer .
Then he opened his Bible @ @ @ @ @ @ @ .
“ Where ’ s the story of Jesus ?
” Jackson asked , peering over Spenser ’ s arm .
“ It ’ s in Luke , chapter 2 , ” Spenser answered flipping the pages .
“ At least that ’ s what we were reading in Sunday school this morning .
“ Are we going to see Jesus ?
” Kayleigh asked .
“ Yep , but Jesus as a baby , ” Spenser said .
“ Jesus is not a baby , ” Kayleigh said .
“ Jesus is @ @ @ @ @ @ @ now , ” Jackson said , “ but a long time ago , he came to Earth as a baby.
” “ Okay , listen up , ” Spenser said .
“ She wrapped Him in cloths , and laid Him in a manger , because there was no room for them at the inn.
” The room began to shift in and out of focus , and the children gripped hands .
When the shaking stopped , they found themselves in a field of dirt under a starry sky .
It was @ @ @ @ @ @ @ a baby and the bray of a donkey filled the air .
“ This way , ” Spenser said , leading the way to a small building .
There was an open door on one side , and the children snuck in quietly .
There they saw a man and a woman sitting on hay bales and cradling a baby .
A donkey stood nearby watching the scene as well .
“ Baby Jesus , ” Kayleigh whispered , and before they could stop her , she was approaching the woman and the @ @ @ @ @ @ @ , ” the woman said .
“ I ’ m Mary , who are you ?
” “ I ’ m Kayleigh , ” she said , pointing at her chest .
“ Can I see Jesus ?
” “ How do you know his name ?
” the man asked , leaning forward to shield the baby .
Spenser stepped forward .
“ Hello Joseph , Mary .
My name is Spenser and this is my brother Jackson and my sister Kayleigh .
We come from the future and traveled back in @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Jesus .
You see , we are learning about him in church , and we thought it might be cool to see him in person.
” He had expected them to be scared , but perhaps after all they had been through , even three small children from the future didn ’ t unnerve them .
Mary turned to Joseph with tears in her eyes .
“ The angel was right .
He will be a great man.
” “ Jesus is the savior , ” Jackson said .
“ Can we see @ @ @ @ @ @ @ children and lowered the baby for them to see .
Mary laughed a little and even Joseph smiled at the children .
“ Sit down , children , and tell us about Jesus in your time.
” Though he wanted to stay longer , Spenser wasn ’ t sure if they should tell Mary that Jesus had to die on the cross .
He didn ’ t want her to be sad .
“ We ’ d love to stay , but the shepherds will be here to see you soon , and @ @ @ @ @ @ @ We just wanted to see Jesus for ourselves.
” Mary and Joseph exchanged a startled glance .
Perhaps it was rude to leave so early .
Or maybe it was because they had forgotten gifts .
Weren ’ t you supposed to bring a baby a gift ?
Spenser patted his pockets , but had nothing but the stone in them and he couldn ’ t give that away or they ’ d never get back .
Then he looked down at his wrist and saw his WWJD bracelet .
It seemed fitting @ @ @ @ @ @ @ have no idea what it meant .
He pulled the bracelet off his wrist and handed it to Mary .
“ In our time , Jesus is so special that they made these bracelets to remind us of him .
The WWJD stands for ‘ what would Jesus do ’ and it is to remind us to think about what Jesus would do in our situation .
I want you to have it.
” “ Thank you , ” Mary said , taking the bracelet , though her face still showed confusion .
@ @ @ @ @ @ @ .
“ I wish we could stay longer , but our mother will be expecting us for lunch , so we ’ d better get going.
” Mary smiled .
“ Yes , you should not worry your mother.
” “ I don ’ t want to go , Spenser , ” Jackson said .
“ I know guys , but Jesus needs to sleep and when the shepherds get here it will get really crowded .
Besides , we can always come back.
” That seemed to appease them , and they @ @ @ @ @ @ @ the clear night .
“ Why didn ’ t you tell Mary about Jesus ?
” Jackson asked when they were outside .
“ I thought it might make her sad , and who wants to be sad on the day their son is born ?
” Spenser replied .
Jackson tilted his head in thought before nodding as if he understood .
Christmas dawned early the next morning as Jackson sneaked into Spenser ’ s room early in the morning .
“ Wake up , Spenser , it ’ s Christmas.
” @ @ @ @ @ @ @ While he was excited about Christmas , he did wish Jackson didn ’ t get up quite so early .
After a large yawn and an even bigger stretch , he pushed the covers back and rolled out of bed .
Jackson was already trucking out of the room and down the hall to Kayleigh ’ s room .
Spenser ran into his mom and dad , looking a little like zombies , as he exited his room .
“ Can we open presents now ?
” Jackson asked , popping back out @ @ @ @ @ @ @ I guess we can now that you ’ ve woken the entire house , ” their father said .
Spenser followed Jackson down the stairs and into the living room .
The lights on the green tree were already on , twinkling and blinking .
Presents in all different sizes surrounded the base of the tree .
“ I want to open this one , ” Jackson said , holding up a Pokemon wrapped present .
“ We go in order , ” his mother said as she entered the room and sat @ @ @ @ @ @ @ to the tree and pointed to a Minnie Mouse wrapped present .
“ Can I open this one ?
” Their father walked in , cradling a mug of coffee , and their mother nodded .
“ Kayleigh goes first as she ’ s the youngest , then Jackson , then Spenser.
” And so the present opening began .
Kayleigh would tear hers delicately and take five minutes with each one while Jackson would rip into his , shredding paper like the Tasmanian Devil .
Spenser chose an option somewhere in the @ @ @ @ @ @ @ they opened all the gifts .
When the gifts were all open and wrapping paper covered the floor like a second carpet , Spenser surveyed all his gifts .
He was pleased with his Pokemon cards and his video tablet , but he couldn ’ t help thinking back to seeing Jesus as a baby .
When he could arrange it , he snuck away for a quiet moment and turned his face to Heaven .
“ Thank you , God for sending your son Jesus to us .
I ’ m sorry @ @ @ @ @ @ @ ’ m so glad that he loved us so much that he was willing to take on our sins .
I hope I can show the same love to those around me this Christmas season and beyond.
” “ Spenser , what are you doing ?
” his mother asked as she entered the hallway he had been hiding in .
He smiled up at his mother .
“ I ’ m just thanking God for Jesus and remembering the real reason for the season .
Merry Christmas , Mother , ” he @ @ @ @ @ @ @ his arms around her .
“ I love you.
” “ Well , Merry Christmas , Spenser , and I love you too , ” his mother said as she wrapped her arms around him as well .
Spenser smiled up at the ceiling and followed his mother back into the living room .
He would never forget this day for as long as he lived .

The Wishing Stone Christmas
By TLB Contributing Author: Lorana Hoopes
Spenser listened intently to the teacher at Sunday school as she told the story of baby Jesus being born on Christmas Day, but all he wanted to do was hurry home and read the story himself while holding his stone. Wouldn’t it be amazing to be there when Jesus was born? Though he had gone into many books after receiving his wishing stone, he had never thought about going into the Bible until now.
“Okay, have a wonderful week and don’t forget the reason for the season,” the teacher said.
Spenser clutched his Bible to his chest and shifted from one foot to the other as he waited for his parents to come pick him up. Though the church wasn’t scary, the teachers would never let him leave until one of his parents came to pick him up, and as they usually picked up Kayleigh and Jackson first, he was often one of the last kids picked up from his room.
The time dragged on even more today because of his excitement, but soon he saw his dad’s face appear in the door.
“Dad, can we go straight home today?” Spenser asked, tugging on his father’s sleeve.
“You don’t want lunch first?” his father asked.
Spenser shook his head, his copper hair rifling slightly from the force of the shake. “No, let’s just go home.”
“Okay, well let’s see what your mother wants to do,” his father said as he led the way back toward the sanctuary.
Thankfully, his mother was in the mood to head home too. She was on a healthy eating kick and never liked grabbing fast food anymore anyway.
As Spenser piled in the backseat with his brother and sister, he whispered his plan to them. Their eyes grew wide with excitement, but they promised not to say anything until they got home.
Once the car pulled into the driveway, Spenser and Jackson raced into the house.
Kayleigh followed close behind, but as she couldn’t undo her own car seat buckle, she was usually the last out.
“Mom, we’ll be up in our room until lunch time,” Spenser called as he led the way up the stairs with Jackson and Kayleigh behind him. They had gone on enough adventures to know that even though time passed for them, it never seemed to pass in the real world, so as long as they could get into the story quick enough, they would be fine.
The three children piled on Spenser’s bed after he had rescued the stone from its hiding place in his top drawer. Then he opened his Bible and spread it out on his lap.
“Where’s the story of Jesus?” Jackson asked, peering over Spenser’s arm.
“It’s in Luke, chapter 2,” Spenser answered flipping the pages. “At least that’s what we were reading in Sunday school this morning.
“Are we going to see Jesus?” Kayleigh asked.
“Yep, but Jesus as a baby,” Spenser said.
“Jesus is not a baby,” Kayleigh said. “Jesus is up in Heaven.”
“He is now,” Jackson said, “but a long time ago, he came to Earth as a baby.”
“I love babies,” Kayleigh said.
“Okay, listen up,” Spenser said. “She wrapped Him in cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them at the inn.”
The room began to shift in and out of focus, and the children gripped hands. When the shaking stopped, they found themselves in a field of dirt under a starry sky. It was quiet at first until the cry of a baby and the bray of a donkey filled the air.
“This way,” Spenser said, leading the way to a small building. There was an open door on one side, and the children snuck in quietly. There they saw a man and a woman sitting on hay bales and cradling a baby. A donkey stood nearby watching the scene as well.
“Baby Jesus,” Kayleigh whispered, and before they could stop her, she was approaching the woman and the man.
“Well, hello child,” the woman said. “I’m Mary, who are you?”
“I’m Kayleigh,” she said, pointing at her chest. “Can I see Jesus?”
“How do you know his name?” the man asked, leaning forward to shield the baby.
Spenser stepped forward. “Hello Joseph, Mary. My name is Spenser and this is my brother Jackson and my sister Kayleigh. We come from the future and traveled back in time with this wishing stone to see Jesus. You see, we are learning about him in church, and we thought it might be cool to see him in person.”
He had expected them to be scared, but perhaps after all they had been through, even three small children from the future didn’t unnerve them. Mary turned to Joseph with tears in her eyes. “The angel was right. He will be a great man.”
“Jesus is the savior,” Jackson said. “Can we see him?”
Mary smiled at the children and lowered the baby for them to see.
“He’s so pretty,” Kayleigh said.
“Handsome,” Spenser corrected. “Boys are handsome.”
Mary laughed a little and even Joseph smiled at the children. “Sit down, children, and tell us about Jesus in your time.”
Though he wanted to stay longer, Spenser wasn’t sure if they should tell Mary that Jesus had to die on the cross. He didn’t want her to be sad. “We’d love to stay, but the shepherds will be here to see you soon, and we should really let you rest. We just wanted to see Jesus for ourselves.”
Mary and Joseph exchanged a startled glance. Perhaps it was rude to leave so early. Or maybe it was because they had forgotten gifts. Weren’t you supposed to bring a baby a gift?
Spenser patted his pockets, but had nothing but the stone in them and he couldn’t give that away or they’d never get back. Then he looked down at his wrist and saw his WWJD bracelet. It seemed fitting to offer that, though they would have no idea what it meant.
He pulled the bracelet off his wrist and handed it to Mary. “In our time, Jesus is so special that they made these bracelets to remind us of him. The WWJD stands for ‘what would Jesus do’ and it is to remind us to think about what Jesus would do in our situation. I want you to have it.”
“Thank you,” Mary said, taking the bracelet, though her face still showed confusion.
“Thank you,” Spenser said. “I wish we could stay longer, but our mother will be expecting us for lunch, so we’d better get going.”
Mary smiled. “Yes, you should not worry your mother.”
“I don’t want to go, Spenser,” Jackson said.
“Me either,” Kayleigh pouted.
“I know guys, but Jesus needs to sleep and when the shepherds get here it will get really crowded. Besides, we can always come back.”
That seemed to appease them, and they followed him out the door back into the clear night.
“Why didn’t you tell Mary about Jesus?” Jackson asked when they were outside.
“I thought it might make her sad, and who wants to be sad on the day their son is born?” Spenser replied.
Jackson tilted his head in thought before nodding as if he understood.
“I’m hungry,” Kayleigh said.
“Me too,” Spenser said. “Let’s go home.”
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Christmas dawned early the next morning as Jackson sneaked into Spenser’s room early in the morning. “Wake up, Spenser, it’s Christmas.”
Spenser groaned and rubbed his eyes. While he was excited about Christmas, he did wish Jackson didn’t get up quite so early. After a large yawn and an even bigger stretch, he pushed the covers back and rolled out of bed.
Jackson was already trucking out of the room and down the hall to Kayleigh’s room.
Spenser ran into his mom and dad, looking a little like zombies, as he exited his room.
“Mommy,” Kayleigh’s voice carried down the hall.
“Can we open presents now?” Jackson asked, popping back out of Kayleigh’s room.
“I guess we can now that you’ve woken the entire house,” their father said.
Spenser followed Jackson down the stairs and into the living room. The lights on the green tree were already on, twinkling and blinking. Presents in all different sizes surrounded the base of the tree.
“I want to open this one,” Jackson said, holding up a Pokemon wrapped present.
“We go in order,” his mother said as she entered the room and sat down on the couch.
Kayleigh walked to the tree and pointed to a Minnie Mouse wrapped present. “Can I open this one?”
Their father walked in, cradling a mug of coffee, and their mother nodded. “Kayleigh goes first as she’s the youngest, then Jackson, then Spenser.”
And so the present opening began. Kayleigh would tear hers delicately and take five minutes with each one while Jackson would rip into his, shredding paper like the Tasmanian Devil. Spenser chose an option somewhere in the middle, and one by one, they opened all the gifts.
When the gifts were all open and wrapping paper covered the floor like a second carpet, Spenser surveyed all his gifts. He was pleased with his Pokemon cards and his video tablet, but he couldn’t help thinking back to seeing Jesus as a baby. When he could arrange it, he snuck away for a quiet moment and turned his face to Heaven.
“Thank you, God for sending your son Jesus to us. I’m sorry he had to die, but I’m so glad that he loved us so much that he was willing to take on our sins. I hope I can show the same love to those around me this Christmas season and beyond.”
“Spenser, what are you doing?” his mother asked as she entered the hallway he had been hiding in.
He smiled up at his mother. “I’m just thanking God for Jesus and remembering the real reason for the season. Merry Christmas, Mother,” he said, rushing to her and throwing his arms around her. “I love you.”
“Well, Merry Christmas, Spenser, and I love you too,” his mother said as she wrapped her arms around him as well.
Spenser smiled up at the ceiling and followed his mother back into the living room. He would never forget this day for as long as he lived.
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The Liberty Beacon Project is now expanding at a near exponential rate , and for this we are grateful and excited !
But we must also be practical .
For 7 years we have not asked for any donations , and have built this project with our own funds as we grew .
We are now experiencing ever increasing growing pains due to the large number of @ @ @ @ @ @ @ we have just installed donation buttons on our websites and ask that you consider this when you visit them .
Nothing is too small .
We thank you for all your support and your considerations … ( TLB ) Comment Policy : As a privately owned web site , we reserve the right to remove comments that contain spam , advertising , vulgarity , threats of violence , racism , or personal/abusive attacks on other users .
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thelibertybeacon--2020-12-25--Great Propaganda Tricks of today: W.H.O.and the sly redefinition of words

Propaganda is neither scary nor effective as soon as you can see what is being done and the tricks that are being played by scumbags with “ information ” , words , meaning and so forth .
MAXIM : increased understanding is the antidote to propaganda Many experts are now pointing out that we have achieved herd immunity ( see this article by Dr Mike Williams for example ) .
The achievement of herd immunity , a natural occurrence when a disease with a not particularly high fatality rate runs its course , as is the case with COVID19 , @ @ @ @ @ @ @ This does not necessarily negate the need for a vaccine to protect the small minority of people who , by reasons of old age or pre-existing serious health issues , are vulnerable , PROVIDED the vaccine is properly researched and proven less fatal or risky than the disease being vaccinated against ( which is very much in doubt concerning the COVID19 vax . )
However , in the case of the current smoke-and-mirrors pandemic , the achievement of herd immunity is one of the problems that has thrown a spanner in the works @ @ @ @ @ @ @ submit to the vaccine the government and its handlers are so spookily obsessed with injecting into people who don ’ t need it .
The fact that they are so obsessed with getting the populace to submit to a vaccine to “ deal with ” a disease that is not dangerous for the vast majority and has an average age of fatality of eighty-ruddy-two should set our alarm bells ringing .
We would be very very wise to start questioning the narrative at this point with questions such as What ’ s in @ @ @ @ @ @ @ us to be injected with ?
Oh !
They say .
The pandemic !
This fatal disease !
etcetera If it were a vax to fight off a naturally occurring ( or lab-created ) mass killer that is slaughtering the populace , one could understand this obsession with a vaccine – if one assumes that the political/corporate elite have taken time out from warmongering , GMOs , toxic chemicals , drugs , population culling , financing daft politicians and other methods of slaughtering the populace to suddenly become all concerned about the plebs @ @ @ @ @ @ @ But it isn ’ t .
No amount of spin , fiddling the stats or demented prime ministerial twaddle changes the fact that it is on a par with flu .
Something else is driving this unrelenting obsession with getting the populace vaccinated and we rally need these dopes to ‘ fess up and tell us what it is .
In the meantime , that obsession spurs all manner of deceit and trickery to herd us in the general direction of their vaccine trap .
That includes using the Daft Arts of propaganda @ @ @ @ @ @ @ .
One of the favourite tricks of the propagandist is to slyly change the definition of words .
The definition of “ herd immunity ” is a contemporary example .
The actual accepted meaning and what all the experts and so forth mean when they say “ we have achieved or nearly achieved her immunity ” is this : ” .
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happens when a population is immune either through vaccination or immunity developed through previous infection .
This means that even people who haven ’ t been infected , or in @ @ @ @ @ @ @ an immune response , they are protected because people around them who are immune can act as buffers between them and an infected person .
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is when a population becomes protected against a virus because enough people have been infected with it to create community immunity.
” as originally defined on the WHO ’ s site .
The new , slyly altered WHO definition and the meaning they and governments and so forth are using when they say “ oh no we haven ’ t achieved herd immunity and all @ @ @ @ @ @ @ and conspiracy theorists ” is : “ ‘ Herd immunity ’ , also known as ‘ population immunity ’ , is a concept used for vaccination , in which a population can be protected from a certain virus if a threshold of vaccination is reached , .
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Herd immunity is achieved by protecting people from a virus , not by exposing them to it .
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Herd immunity ’ exists when a high percentage of the population is vaccinated , ” Thus now states their website , completely omitting the @ @ @ @ @ @ @ ” which is when a population becomes immune to a virus by being exposed to it .
See what they did there ?
In effect they have more or less arbitrarily changed the definition of the term to portray the opposite of what it means !
They really are that slippery and there are some dark insidious intellects at work behind all this , intellects who evidently regard you and the rest of your human brothers and sisters as some sort of vermin to be put down ( or am I getting a @ @ @ @ @ @ @ ) Whatever the full truth of all this , it is not a wise idea to place people that sly and slimy in charge of your health .
There is a more in-depth article featured in The Liberty Beacon .
We highly recommend you give it a read and arm yourself with knowledge .

by Kieron McFadden
In a nutshell
Propaganda is neither scary nor effective as soon as you can see what is being done and the tricks that are being played by scumbags with “information”, words, meaning and so forth.
MAXIM: increased understanding is the antidote to propaganda
Many experts are now pointing out that we have achieved herd immunity (see this article by Dr Mike Williams for example).
The achievement of herd immunity, a natural occurrence when a disease with a not particularly high fatality rate runs its course, as is the case with COVID19, negates the need for mass vaccination.
This does not necessarily negate the need for a vaccine to protect the small minority of people who, by reasons of old age or pre-existing serious health issues, are vulnerable, PROVIDED the vaccine is properly researched and proven less fatal or risky than the disease being vaccinated against (which is very much in doubt concerning the COVID19 vax.)
However, in the case of the current smoke-and-mirrors pandemic, the achievement of herd immunity is one of the problems that has thrown a spanner in the works of the drive to get everybody to submit to the vaccine the government and its handlers are so spookily obsessed with injecting into people who don’t need it.
The fact that they are so obsessed with getting the populace to submit to a vaccine to “deal with” a disease that is not dangerous for the vast majority and has an average age of fatality of eighty-ruddy-two should set our alarm bells ringing.
We would be very very wise to start questioning the narrative at this point with questions such as
Why?
What’s in it that you are so desperate for us to be injected with?
Oh! They say. The pandemic! This fatal disease! etcetera
If it were a vax to fight off a naturally occurring (or lab-created) mass killer that is slaughtering the populace, one could understand this obsession with a vaccine – if one assumes that the political/corporate elite have taken time out from warmongering, GMOs, toxic chemicals, drugs, population culling, financing daft politicians and other methods of slaughtering the populace to suddenly become all concerned about the plebs, riffraff and hoipolloi being slaughtered.
But it isn’t. No amount of spin, fiddling the stats or demented prime ministerial twaddle changes the fact that it is on a par with flu.
Something else is driving this unrelenting obsession with getting the populace vaccinated and we rally need these dopes to ‘fess up and tell us what it is.
In the meantime, that obsession spurs all manner of deceit and trickery to herd us in the general direction of their vaccine trap.
That includes using the Daft Arts of propaganda in an effort to hoodwink the populace.
One of the favourite tricks of the propagandist is to slyly change the definition of words.
The definition of “herd immunity” is a contemporary example.
The actual accepted meaning and what all the experts and so forth mean when they say “we have achieved or nearly achieved her immunity” is this:
” . . . happens when a population is immune either through vaccination or immunity developed through previous infection. This means that even people who haven’t been infected, or in whom an infection hasn’t triggered an immune response, they are protected because people around them who are immune can act as buffers between them and an infected person. . . . is when a population becomes protected against a virus because enough people have been infected with it to create community immunity.” as originally defined on the WHO’s site.
The new, slyly altered WHO definition and the meaning they and governments and so forth are using when they say “oh no we haven’t achieved herd immunity and all those saying we have are cranks crooks and conspiracy theorists” is:
“‘Herd immunity’, also known as ‘population immunity’, is a concept used for vaccination, in which a population can be protected from a certain virus if a threshold of vaccination is reached, . . . Herd immunity is achieved by protecting people from a virus, not by exposing them to it . . . Herd immunity’ exists when a high percentage of the population is vaccinated,”
Thus now states their website, completely omitting the original meaning of “herd immunity,” which is when a population becomes immune to a virus by being exposed to it.
See what they did there?
In effect they have more or less arbitrarily changed the definition of the term to portray the opposite of what it means!
They really are that slippery and there are some dark insidious intellects at work behind all this, intellects who evidently regard you and the rest of your human brothers and sisters as some sort of vermin to be put down (or am I getting a bit carried away by the evidence?)
Whatever the full truth of all this, it is not a wise idea to place people that sly and slimy in charge of your health.
There is a more in-depth article featured in The Liberty Beacon. We highly recommend you give it a read and arm yourself with knowledge.
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