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For a Christmas in Freedom
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We Christians are joyful people. We are surrounded by an imperfect world. Which is why we turn to humor. A humorous look at things helps us to put what we see in perspective. But we are not just cheerful, we are also honest: the world that surrounds us these days is a dump. Our leaders are insane. Suddenly they have all become little Stalins, obsessed with taking care of us, forcing us to lead a healthy life, in what seems like the beginning of a nightmare that will end, sooner rather than later, by making all citizens subject to cholesterol tests, to forbid those of us who don’t pass the test from buying seven-story hamburgers. If such a time arrives, I will be more up a creek than after kissing a hundred coronavirus-infected blondes.

I appreciate the zeal of the world’s governments to mitigate the effects of the coronavirus on my life, but, believe me, my health would be much better off if they concentrated those efforts on lowering the damn taxes. My ideal of a healthy life is a country without violent redistribution of wealth, with a tiny government and a giant civil society. A country where it is possible to drink and smoke to one’s heart’s content, where both activities are also not savagely taxed, and where filling the gas tank — and paying its green taxes — is not a cardiovascular risk activity. My health is, in short, a country unashamed of its Christian roots, that does not feel an aphrodisiacal admiration for multiculturalism or for any old nonsense that comes from abroad, and that understands that Islamic radicalism is a moral cancer. My health is a country that is pro-life at all stages and in all circumstances, because I cannot trust the health advice of those who vote for the murder of babies and the elderly.

Ours is the religion of revelry, beer, pretty girls, and old American rock. Christianity does not idealize work, we do not see it as an end in itself. We don’t like to work. We know that it is a punishment, originally, although over time God has taught us ways to see it as a means of sanctification. If we laugh merrily, it might just be because we have come to understand that God is much more than a wad of dollar bills.

These are strange Christmas days. The enemies of Christmas appear every year. Sometimes they look like Ebenezer Scrooge, and other times under the guise of health nuts wanting to cancel Christmas. But enough is enough. For more than a year they have muzzled us, woken us up every morning with the madness of coronavirus numbers, surprised us with new, more lethal and dangerous strains, banned us from commuting, going to work, drinking in bars, hugging our loved ones, saying goodbye to those dying, or even entering venues if our rear ends don’t exhibit the QR stamp that has people fighting, instead of encouraging those who haven’t been vaccinated to get vaccinated. Enough is enough, folks. Stop this stupid lunatic war. It’s Christmas.

Nor are we going to whine because Christmas has arrived in these strange circumstances for the second year in a row. With more coronavirus victims than we would have wanted, with more risk than we would like. But we know well that the Birth of God can be celebrated serenely in any circumstance. Even if we do not see it with our eyes, Christmas is also celebrated every year in hospitals, in nursing homes, and in homes for the sick cared for by nuns in so many parts of the world. Christmas has been celebrated in the trenches, where a colonel always uncorked a bottle of champagne in the middle of the night, and invited everyone to sing Christmas carols to the Child God, in a moment of calm from the bombs. Christmas, finally, is also celebrated every year in secret, in all those countries where being a Christian still carries a death sentence.

So this first-world health hysteria, the threat of lock-downs and masks, gives us more to laugh about than to fear. They can’t cancel Christmas. Nor will we allow it. And, above all, we refuse to let a bunch of useless people who have not been able to make one single correct prognosis about the coronavirus since day one, come now to tell us what we have to do with our lives, in the face of a lethal and highly contagious variant that, coincidentally, has broken out in all Christian countries just a few days before Christmas. We have already seen this movie.

Let us be happy. Let us be free. Let’s bet on individual freedom and personal responsibility. This has never failed in history. Masking people, forcing them “for their own good” to do things they do not want to do, dividing them into good and bad citizens on account of sanitary customs, and scaring them with apocalyptic delusions, on the other hand, throughout history, has always failed. Let us finally recover the great gift that God gave to mankind: freedom.

With all my affection, and at the feet of the Christ Child in Bethlehem: Merry Christmas to all readers and friends of The American Spectator!

Itxu Díaz
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Itxu Díaz is a Spanish journalist, political satirist, and author. He has written nine books on topics as diverse as politics, music, and smart appliances. He is a contributor to The Daily Beast, The Daily Caller, National Review, American Conservative, and Diario Las Américas in the United States, as well as a columnist at several Spanish magazines and newspapers. He was also an adviser to the Ministry for Education, Culture, and Sports in Spain.
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