I know, I know, I know. I said Saturday's Covid rant would be my last Covid article ever, but hey! Woman's prerogative. There is one last tiny loophole to close before leaving the subject forever (hopefully.)
Strangely, even in the midst of sickness, horror and death, blessings have come from Covid in the strangest of ways. Fauci & Co. may've meant it for Evil but God used it for some good. So, just in case I decide to embrace a Covid-free website, we should really count those blessings first.
It's fairly safe to say that Lin Wood did not have a Happy Thanksgiving. He's been on an epic day-after-day-after-day Saving Face Rant since before Thanksgiving that resulted in his Telegram followers decreasing by 7,300 in five days and counting...counting down.
When I dashed off last week's article Lin Wood, Bible Thumping Victim Player: JUST STOP, it was casual and off-the-cuff. I had no idea anyone else would write nor talk about Lin Wood last week but they did.
For me, Kyle Rittenhouse's claims are, actually, neither here nor there. He was just the catalyst that put Lin Wood back on my radar after not thinking about him for six months. Kyle's interview with Tucker merely reminded me that I never liked nor trusted that Lin Wood character and, maybe, I should share my observations with the Patriots.
So when Lin claims that all the patriots speaking negatively about him are "Mockingbird Media" or Deep State well, Lin, you're wrong again. This isn't about the Deep State. This is about the man with the cold, steely eyes staring back at you in the mirror.
By Sunday night, Lin had revealed the personal phone number for Joe Flynn, listed almost every famous Patriot as being Deep State and even forwarded a post that counted the number of times each famous Patriot mentioned the name of Jesus on their Telegram channel. (Lin, of course, "won" as if it's a competition or proves anything. Pfft! But more on that later.)
By Tuesday night, Lin had painted himself into a corner as the only true non-Deep State Patriot in existence. (Well, almost.) The only Patriots he hadn't harrassed, defamed, doxed or accused of being Deep State or Commie was President Trump and Candace Owens! (What a shame he didn't take down RINO Ronna "Benedict" McDaniel for betraying President Trump instead of attacking Seb Gorka, Dan Bongina and Charlie Kirk! Ronna actually deserves it!)
Worst of all, he was willing to fracture and embarrass the Patriots/MAGA/Republican Party to save his own ass. Willing to sacrifice us on the altar of his pride while subjecting us to the mockery, scorn and derision of the entire world.
That's not Patriotism, not MAGA and it's certainly not Christian behavior. Oh, how the Deep State must be loving Lin right now!
I write about Lin again not because I'm particularly interested in him, one way or the other, and certainly not to give him the attention he so obviously craves but for one reason: I learned a lot from 3+ decades living with narcissists and if I don't share with you that my "Narcdar" (Narcissist Radar) is pegging out about Lin Wood, and why it is, then I'll have done you a great disservice. This is about redeeming 3+ decades of senseless, needless pain by using it constructively to protect others.
Through my previous blog, Narcissism Meets Normalcy, I fought Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD) for five years while trying to facilitate healing for victims of Narcissistic Abuse. Oh, how I loved writing that blog. Lin Wood is merely the catalyst to continue doing what I love.
Though not formally diagnosed (like 99% of narcissists), in my personal unprofessional opinion, Lin's behavior since Tucker's interview with Kyle is exactly how every narcissist behaves while suffering a Narcissistic Collapse. Lin perceived Kyle's allegations as a danger to his carefully constructed false persona and panicked --- scapegoating, projecting, deflecting, doxing, blaming, Bible-thumping --- yeah, Lin employed pretty much every tactic every Narcissist, devout or atheist, uses when they are Called Out.
His behavior was so quintessential, so textbook, I found it sadly amusing. I could almost predict what Lin would do next. The more he said, the worse it got and the more subscribers he lost! But when he changed his avatar to Ol' Honest Abe with Lin Wood's face (badly) photoshopped under the stovepipe hat, well! I rolled my eyes so loudly you could hear 'em!
Being alone never feels quite so acute as it does on holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas. Whether you're alone-alone or alone-with-your-spouse, it's painful to see all those staged Facebook photos and imagine everyone else feasting, chatting and actually enjoying spending time with their big, happy families when your home is so quiet, by fate or by choice.
I know exactly how you feel. For 20+ years, my family's holidays were Norman Rockwell's Freedom from Want on steroids. Picture perfect. Everyone acting like they actually liked each other.
But sometimes the quietest family member is the only one holding the family together. When Grandpa quietly died in 2000, well, truth-will-out. My uncle finally got to kick his sister (my mom) to the curb. One thing led to another and today Michael and I find ourselves alone together each holiday...because we won't put up with the toxic, personality disordered, pathological lying and abuse of our families by birth/by law anymore. Not even for one miserable holiday.
Even though we have each other, there's still a feeling of aloneness that hurts acutely at holiday times and there are probably millions of people worldwide in the same boat.
If I had a quarter for every time my grandparents said, "Well, they say...," I'd be a rich woman today.
And whatever "They Said," my grandparents religiously did. They were injected, examined, smeared, x-rayed, operated on, treated and medicated. If "They Said," my grandparents jumped and asked, "How high?" on the way up.
They lived their entire lives under the Tyranny of They and happily never knew it. Never questioned it. Never asked why. Never asked, "Who says!?!" bless their woolly little hearts.
It never even occurred to them that the injections might be poison, that a gynecologist could be a creep, that all those old-fashioned blast away x-rays to look for cancer might actually cause cancer and that the public schools were brainwashing their children.
They lived through the most pivotal moments of 20th Century, from the sinking of Titanic when Great-Grandma was 12-years-old to the assassination of President Kennedy, and rarely mentioned any historical events.
Oh yes, they were perfect little sheep but, oddly enough, they had very nice lives. They were fairly healthy. Faithfully paid their taxes but still had more money than they ever frugally admitted. Had the expected 2.375 children and died happy after many blessed decades of life, blissfully oblivious to their sheephood.
In my more sentimental moments, I kinda' envy them. When you're exhausted as I am today, this red-pilled life is a burden.
It makes one yearn for the simple good ol' days...that never existed anywhere but in our imaginations. Now that it's our turn to actually live history, it's not nearly as glorious as one imagines.
As George C. Scott says in Patton, "The world grew up. Helluva shame."
Books redacted with black ink, paperclips and Post-It Notes.
VHS tapes selectively erased.
Radio limited to two stations.
TV limited to five stations.
Outgoing emails edited before sending.
Incoming emails read.
Thought life interrogated.
Anger not allowed.
Water use controlled.
Travel in my own car severely restricted.
Physical location tracked.
And more. Much, much more.
Welcome to my hellacious world just ten short years ago. Oh, I'm not kidding. That was my life, my "normal" until 2012.
And this is the Hell the Left is calling down on you and yours.
And their reason?
The same excuse my abusers gave: safety, safety, safety.
"Once in Royal David's city..."
As the pure, crystalline voice of one boy soprano rings out from King's College in Cambridge, England singing the traditional opening carol of The Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols, for millions listening live on the radio worldwide, Christmas has truly begun.
The Festival grew out of a need to bind up the wounds of World War I and has continued every year from 1918 unstopped by war, unrest or even a plandemic. They say that during World War II, listeners to the Festival could hear the tar paper flapping in the wind as the ancient stained glass of the Chapel had been removed for safety during the Blitz.
This year is no different. The Festival continues sans live audience while its Nine Lessons ring as true this year as they have for the past 102 years.
The Festival begins with these beautiful words:
Almost 2 Million MAGA March Visited by Trump. Patriots Marched for Freedom in Merrie Olde England and Germany Too
In the wee hours of November 3rd, as President Trump's final campaign rally wrapped up, I already missed the exhilaration of the MAGA rallies. I hated to pack up my patriotism in my old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile until the 2024 Presidential election. (Don Jr? Eric? Candace?)
Then the Left's ridiculously overdone election "steal" came along and if you thought the Spirit of America burned brightly before, oh baby! You ain't seen nothin' yet. It glowed before. It rages now.
Today, more than one million people flew, rode, drove, caravanned and Trump Trained their way to Washington D. C. where they walked or rolled in wheelchairs for the Million MAGA March insisting loudly, proudly and peacefully that this government by the people accept the people's choice of President. And our choice is Donald J. Trump. (Duh!) It was a scene straight out of Frank Capra's 1941 movie Meet John Doe...but in color.
Meanwhile, across the pond, our brothers and sisters in Merrrie Olde England have caught that most contagious of viruses. No, not Covid! Freedom. They marched for liberty today too.
Who do we have to thank for this outpouring of patriotism and the stoking of the Lamp of Freedom?
Why, the Left, of course! They did us all a tremendous favor on November 3rd, November 4th, November 5th, November 6th. Hey! Does anyone know if they've stopped counting, re-counting, scanning, re-re-re-scanning, printing and fabricating ballots yet????
In 1953, the House Un-American Activities Committee unearthed a disturbing fact: Lucille Ball was a member of the Communist Party. This revelation came only two years into the I Love Lucy phenomenon that besotted Americans simply called "The Show." Now the future of The Show and Lucille Ball's hard-won career hung by a thread.
As it turns out, Lucy was no more Communist than you or I. As a young woman, she'd signed a Communist Party card to please her beloved grandfather who became a Communist after he lost his entire life's savings in a court battle after a freak accident left a neighbor child paralyzed. It was enough for the FBI to keep a file on her.
Still, The Show must go on. Desi Arnaz handled the situation beautifully. In the first I Love Lucy episode taped after Lucy's Communist link hit the headlines, he introduced her to the studio audience as, "And the only thing red about her is her hair, and that isn't even real." Lucy ran out on stage and bowed, ran to the other side of the stage and bowed. There was thunderous applause and Americans love Lucy to this day.
So why did I tell you that story?
In the Good Ol' Days, it took really big things to divide-and-conquer. Religion. Race. Territory. Greed. Honour.
Now, all it takes is a 5" strip of fabric.
Saul Alinsky must be so proud.
As my husband and I watched the National Day of Prayer and Repentance, the moment came where Franklin Graham asked the congregation on the National Mall to pray. After a hushed moment, the sound of 50,000 voices raised in prayer swelled in a great din of supplication. Glancing over at Michael, I noticed that he was covered with goosebumps...and he doesn't goosebump easily.
As tears flowed down my cheeks, I had goosebumps on my goosebumps.
Thank God for a nation that prays in the name of Jesus, Amen.
As soon as Donald Trump clinched the Presidential Nomination in 2016, that's when it all started.
Trump vs Mental Health
Somehow it was assumed that Trump (and his supporters) could never be pro-Mental Health.
On Psychology Today, who has approached me to join their team, there are tens of thousands of articles about President Trump and I've yet to find a positive one.
In August of 2016, the founder of PsychCentral labeled Trump, "the consummate American bullshit artist" and further proceeded to insult every Trump Supporter on PsychCentral by saying, "the American people will buy any line of B.S."
Having learned that their boss hated Trump, all the other PsychCentral psychologists, therapists and bloggers felt free to clamber aboard, gleefully bashing Trump in their articles.
Save one: me.
Here's what I've wanted to know since 2016: When did caring about Mental Health supposedly become the sole province of Liberals?
When did supporting Mental Health and supporting Donald Trump become mutually exclusive?
Yesterday, I received an alarmed email from my marketing service informing me that 7.58% of my readers had unsubscribed after I wrote They Said Trump Is A Malignant Narcissist. Was I off-topic, they wanted to know? Had I erred in some way?
I've been writing about all the usual topics - cults, narcissism, freedom but as they relate to America and Donald Trump. Apparently, that pissed off exactly 7.58% of my subscribers who are Biden/Harris supporters.
Then I realized something: You can't write about narcissism without also writing about America, patriotism, freedom...and Donald Trump.
Our fight against narcissism is a fight for our God-given American Freedoms in the microcosm of our relationships. But you won't even know you have those freedoms without America. What we're fighting for, nationally and personally, is for freedom "against all enemies, foreign and domestic." Emphasis on domestic.
"Trust your gut."
How many times have you heard those words?
But for victims of Narcissistic Abuse, it's well nigh impossible...impossible!
The very essence of Narcissistic Abuse is, "Don't trust your gut...nor your eyes, ears, emotions, intuition. Pay no attention to that man behind the the curtain. Trust only in me, your own darling narcissist. I own your reality. Fact is what I tell you it is. Not what you observe and feel, Pumpkin."
Or to quote my father's favorite saying, "Wrong again, Buckwheat."
I was "Buckwheat" and I was wrong. Again.
"Relinquish your God-given freedom and we will keep you safe."
Isn't that what all cults say?
That's the deal I was given. It was a deal I took because I was too young, too brainwashed, too submissive, too afraid to do otherwise.
In the end, I received neither freedom nor safety.
So it troubles me deeply when I see our society as a whole bartering their freedoms for so-called "safety."
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