Let's enjoy life, not Christmas

Christmas is behind us. Another Christmas. In my free time I was looking at popular net portals reading what they compose about holidays, Christmas customs and Poles. I've written about it before, possibly it's been a fewer times, but this subject doesn't lose the news, either, Anna Domini 2025. I focused on leftist or leftist portals, that is, the alleged mainstream. The favourite place, where those who know better, stick in a pin, catch their hair (heart? nature?) break their hands or rip their hair from their heads over customs of conduct, stupidity, darkness and backwardness of alleged average Poles. What do you call them, these progressives, bright editors, experts of various ointments, genders and specialties? They utilized to be called lemmings. Lefties? Weak and pale, no sparks. I suggest: Those who know better, but the shortcut is offensively associated (CWLe). Let it be, tweezes, from those who know better. Tweedle, then. This is their name: modern, progressive, intoxicating with prison aroma from overloaded social and cultural minorities. Our elite? It's more like the bowel. According to fresh bowel tests, they are liable for the immunity of our body. Fighting infection. Turning it around. The failure of immunity is besides liable for the bowel. That's how it is. Where something ends, something starts. It's just this snot, that smell, that life.

Tweedle alias intestines are furious especially before or during Christian Catholic worlds specified as Christmas Eve and Christmas. No wonder that theirs, that's tweels, it stirs and ignites to red. Christmas is the days erstwhile the natural folly of Poles – onionists is linked to the superstition of Catholic superstitions that dim the light of progress, modernity and tolerance. This is the beloved origin of Twelfth truth: Gazeta Wyborcza, i.e. in the network - electoral.pl. Note: I haven't bought newspapers in a 4th of a century, nor do I pay online subscriptions. I would loathe myself if I could aid Adam Michnik and his brothers with 1 penny. What I read are titles and a fewer first sentences of articles, but I think that's enough. respective articles from electoral.pl from Christmas Eve, 24.12.2025.

"I am 51 years old and I am learning the lonely Christmas Eve". mediocre girl! I feel sorry for her. I think she's a woman, though I don't know for sure. So young, so beautiful, so many treasures and so lonely. The heart of the country! Don't get tired, female in this country! Leave here, to Seychelles, Maldives or Zanzibar. Don't worry, don't bother. This country is not worth your sacrifice. That's where you're gonna sunbathe, splash in the ocean with dolphins, and make love to black people. That's where you'll be! In Zanzibar or another Uganda, you will breathe full, but possibly a small flat breasts. If you pay a Negro well, he'll plow you like... a farmer. It'll be fine, it'll be wonderful, and you'll yet be you!

Second title. "Why are you so pale? Christmas Eve is simply a body-shaming festival. There are people who service humiliating comments on Christmas Eve like a thirteenth dish." Miserable beings who, however, went to their household on Christmas Eve. And what happened to them? English: Body shaming is criticizing, mocking or embarrassing individual due to their appearance. It may affect weight, height, proportion of body, skin, hair, clothing — virtually anything that can be measured visually. It's a form of verbal and social force that can leave long-term traces in the psyche. It was expected to be a Christmas dinner, a household meeting, and what came out? Long-term and deep wounds in the psyche! She tries so hard, she cares so much about herself: wrestling, yoga, cosmetics, powderers and walkers. She hears, "What are you so pale?" Or, why are you so skinny? erstwhile are you having a baby? Or worse: you must have gained weight! erstwhile she from 2 places suffers from further diets. That's awful rude, just awful. Incomparable rudeness and modesty.

Two more articles in the same design. "I have only bad memories with Christmas". She ran 2 days before Christmas Eve." “Between the shoulder and the guilt. The price of perfect holidays.” What's to add? Christmas, especially Christmas Eve, is for the gut, for twelves a real horror. Stupid old, alias parents, who get active in everything and who are curious in it; nosy aunts, stupid, burping cousins, who don't care about your stories about Barcelona, Paris, or Majorca. Horrible! You sit with the musu at the table with these Poles – beets, you better, educated, bright European! You sacrifice yourself, you drink borscht, you eat dumplings or you eat worse bigos! A nightmare, just a nightmare! They're putting you down, limit your own wonderful self! They're destroying your personality! halt feeling guilty! Ignore the family. Don't worry about your parent or your father or those unleavened siblings. Go to Seychelles, to Zanzibar and have sex with the Negroes on the back of a dolphin in the midst of emerald ocean waves. It's your truth, I! It's the depth of your personality. Your freedom.

At the end of the election pearl, author Olga Wozniak. I'm the first to hear that name, but surely deep is simply a individual and a wonderful singularity. What a feather! Sharp as a razor, though a bit shredded on the spelling of the Polish language. I quote according to the original: “What is appropriate and inappropriate to say at the Christmas table. The Christmas course of self-defence, "How to experience a "treasure" and not go crazy", advises Dr. Agnieszka Rosińska-Mama, a linguist from Jan Kochanowski University in Kielce. Christmas is simply a language field. A table where different codes, different generations and different sensitivity meet. Is the convention a tight corset, or is it a Kevlar vest that protects us from emotional shooting?” Shouldn't it be... Jan Kochanowski University in Kielce? That was the poet's name: Jan Kochanowski. Am I picking on you? But it's a conversation with a linguist! Didn't she read that interview? Didn't she announcement a mistake? Interview conducted by a journalist, a individual with philological education. Additionally, everyone uses popular editors with mistake correction. How did specified an embarrassing orthographic bull go? Someone's gonna say, "Don't pay, don't bother!" Electoral is in financial trouble: they cannot afford fresh computers and editors with mistake correction! In addition, they choose not those who can compose and know spelling, but those who think the right line. Like Olga Wozniak. Finally, Dr. Agnieszka Rosińska, the university's mother... in Kielce? That explains a lot. Let us proceed to the meaning expressed in 2 sentences. There is simply a call for tolerance for different codes, generations and sensitivity. One-way tolerance, due to the fact that it's the better ones, tweedles, our bowels must wear a corset or bulletproof vest in contact with common fat. Problem is, the Kevlar vest will defend you from the bullet, but not from spitting. That's a sad thing. How to last the "trace" and not go crazy – here is the question.

The portal newspaper.pl: “No secret what Urban thinks about religion. He leaves Poland for Christmas.” I don't know who this Urban guy is. A kicker, a sneakerser, a jumper? Doesn't matter. The athlete expresses his mediocre thought with his legs leaving in the dark. Let him jump, dig, run, and especially think where he wants to... Come on. Cross for the road.

Another, left-wing portal, natemat.pl; the toughest electorate, elected voters, who do not mess with Catholics, will not let mediocre Poles – drunks. "Holiness has a woman's face. The tired, busy, busy planet changes, but 1 thing remains unchanged: a female before Christmas has a seal. And on Christmas, too. due to the fact that individual decided to crucify a female twice a year.” Why was Christmas invented? Not to worship the birth of the boy of God as idiots think. Christmas is to finish up (let's say gently) women. To cross them twice a year. Here's the real truth.

Another title: “Frightening Christmas traditions. It is unusual that children can sleep at night.” It's truly unusual that children can sleep at night after Christmas Eve or Christmas! This awful tree, these creepy Christmas carols, these creepy presents. I wonder what the author thinks happens to mediocre children after the crucifixion? Another article points to a way to experience the nightmare of Christmas. The Light of Hope. ‘Holy on benzodiazepines. Exhausted to specified an degree that they do not have the strength to enjoy. There is nothing more harmful than the imposition of an work that at this unique time we should forget about the harm and pain caused by others. There is no magic wand that will abruptly erase suffering. The anticipation that this will happen only increases stress and causes additional harm – convinces scientist Karolina Kownack, with whom I talk about pressures and difficulties associated with the pre-Christmas period.” Psychologist! not psychologist, Karolina Kownacka, will show us the way and prescribe anti-anxiety, sedative, anticonvulsant, or benzodiazepines. besides effective for epilepsy. another drugs or drugs like morphine, oxycodone, fentanyl, another opioids will prescribe for private consultation. So you can relax after your Christmas nightmare with your family. scientist Karolina Kownacka will teach you not to forgive, not to let go of your family, these Poles – Onions, which harm you, restrict you, hurt you and suppress you. Shout out your hurt, call them out, or at least spit in their soup. They deserve it. Especially on Christmas. Let them have it. And for your harm.

In a akin speech hits interia.pl. “Between the borscht and the quarrel. Why do Christmas torment us so much and frustrate us?” And another. “The generation of sandwiches bears the worst of holidays. Psychologist: It's a time of large stress Causes of vacation Blues are a fewer - overwhelming pre-Christmas fever, excessive expectations and striving for perfection that the social media feed us. A generation of sandwiches is called women in their 50s, who, on the 1 hand, have the home as a whole, due to the fact that they are taught to be independent and not ask for help, in which they grow up - frequently hard - children, on the another hand older parents who already request to be cared for. They themselves face professional challenges to stay on the labour market, something else to show erstwhile they feel the breath of young competition on their backs. It is yet a time of menopause, a decline in form - and as investigation shows - of tremendous force and stress.” It was already there. Christmas is the Golgot of women, especially those in about 50 years. I have a grandmother. They work professionally, that's once; 2 is work at home; 3 is catorgy with the preparation of Christmas. 3 jobs for 1 female around 50! No Christmas, but cooking, baking, cleaning, etc. On top of that, menopause! I guess nature doesn't like women. Especially 50s. It's a pity and pity that the heart holds over the misery of women, especially at Christmas. I just don't understand. If women are so exploited, earned and tortured, why is the average life expectancy of women in Poland 8 years longer than men? Since erstwhile do the abused live longer and better than the exploits? unusual phenomenon. possibly in the future the author(s) will explain this paradox? Who knows?

Just so it's not so good about Christmas with us. Let's get out of our corner. Let's take a closer look. Politico.eu portal, European establishment body. "How the far right stole Christmas. Seasonal traditions and good temper are utilized for political purposes. (wrong political objectives) The utmost right-wing parties adopt the vacation period, presenting Christmas as a symbol of threatened Christian civilization and presenting themselves as the last line of defence against the allegedly hostile secular left.” alternatively of “Merry Christmas” they introduced “Happy Holidays” in short “Holidays”, progressively, without referring to the God of Christians or any another idol. specified an unisek, which is to include all the winter holidays: Christian Christmas and judaic Hanukkah, the black Kwanzaa feast (I have no thought what this is about) and fresh Year's and the winter solstice. A vacation like a Swiss pocketknife: all in one. A feast that is not meant to offend anyone, but to do well many; embrace all possible traditions, act in the media and schools, advertisements (sic! money), replace the specifics without pointing to 1 religion. It was expected to be so beautiful and it came out worse than bad. Christmas was not adequate to survive, it was inactive stolen from the far right! And it is utilized for wicked political purposes! Shame! Progressive activists nullified de facto, not de jure, Christmas. And these horrible right-wingers, these fascists, they stole what they took away. What's already been gone, and it's made political profits!

Finally, a fistful of applicable advice from the erstwhile respected, present left-wing BBC portal. Answer to the dragonflies' Christmas or after-Christmas problem. “What to do with unwanted Christmas gifts?” Author named Louise. The name doesn't matter; in a image of a Britishman... Black. The paradox utilized to be, present it's not. We live in a planet of paradoxes! "Most of us got at least 1 missed Christmas present – a sweater that didn't fit, a terrible ornament or perfume that we didn't like. Not all gift is accepted with joy – so alternatively of hiding it somewhere deep in the closet, how can you get free of it without causing any resentment?” What should I do with specified a thing? Here are the advice of Louisa, Black and British in one, coupled with my comment.

First: donate again (someone else, not a donor, of course). Two: Hide the evidence. Be smart. Don't get caught! Remove any notes, labels indicating the first donor or donor. Three: resell. Four: donate to charity. All you're gonna lose is an unwanted gift or an unpleasant gift, and you're getting the name of a generous, socially delicate one. tiny loss, large profit. Five: Join the gift receipt. applicable advice. Always add a receipt to your gift. The talented can replace an unsuccessful gift with another. The price will be shown on the receipt. It's okay. It's not about giving gifts, it's about exchanging. What you give and what you get should have a akin value. Then it's OK! “Without a receipt, the situation can rapidly become awkward, so Louise recommends the rule of fairness: Do not be afraid to say:” I'm very sorry, but I'd like to trade this product for something else. Do you have the first receipt? “.” Indeed, a very honest approach. 1 must be valued and not be humiliated by products of dubious value just due to the fact that they are expected to be gifts. But what if the gift isn't adequate that ugly, it's inactive an insult to us? The receipt will tell you the truth. The next step is to throw a mediocre gift at the donor or at last to punch him in the face. What an insult is an insult. The problem is that, by applying the rule of reciprocity, we are at hazard of having the donor pay us back beautiful for something else. And it won't be nice. What if you happen to run into a large rice Angola? Louise would be screaming at the sky that it was racism and misogyny, if a white man would slam her in the black mouth. But well... Louise and her kind know well that Christmas is never nice. The most crucial is the rule of equivalence and not to lose... on gifts. The balance cannot be negative.

That's how we figure it out. Christmas is not a nice, peaceful time. This time of suffering, of gruesomeness and torment of soul and body. That borscht, dumplings, bigos! Of course, for the flower of the nation, people of progressive, enlightened, our bowel. A time of hard problem erstwhile gifts are received lower than those given. On the another hand, the added balance of the exchange of gifts can sweeten the distress of Christmas. Days erstwhile we gotta endure and tolerate the terrible household of these... Tumans, darkeners, Poles – potatoes. But all that's bad will always end. Christmas, too. And with that optimistic accent, I end this text. Unfortunately, in 4 months another vacation – the large Night. It's about this another time. For now, let's enjoy life and the absence of Christmas.

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