Calling Musk "her" is not my idea of being the opposite of Trump. I am insulted. I think Ben's gender should own the assholes of their gender without calling them "her."
Hmm, I noticed that too, but it seems like a typo to me because it really doesn't make sense otherwise. There's no previous indication to me that Ben would troll him like that. I mean, it would make sense if Musk were rumored to be some closet queen, or evil homocon who tried to distance himself from being the "wrong kind of gay." For example, Remember Michael Huffington, who ran for Senate in California, and he said he was a homosexual, not "gay." We in the gay community might have said, "Get a load of her!" But, even if that were the case, I still don't think Ben would say that. I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt.
Linda, That is a typo. NO ONE on the Meidas Touch Network has EVER made derogatory remarks about gender. You do realize that Ben and everyone else is by the hour bringing us news. Perhaps you could possibly consider this before you start making remarks...
Using any reference to a female with "her" or women's body parts or perceived weakness is wrong. It demeans women, not the men it's used against. On the other hand, I'm hoping it's an editing error.
Why are you insulted over something said about someone else? I have called he she and she him. I did not insult the person or the people next to them. Why were you insulted?
Merry Christmas to you Ben, your entire family, and to all of the Meidas Mighty around the world. Wish the millions of peace and joy on this wonderful day and a prosperous year ahead.
Two thing I know that will lay ahead in the New Year, independent media will be the ones to break news and hold the regime accountable. Legacy media continues to abdicate responsibility and in cases like CBS they are working with the regime to suppress facts. Second thing I am sure in the New Year, the Meidas Mighty will continue to grow and stand strong together.
Merry Christmas everyone! Find the good today, it’s a special day. Notice a neighbor who might be alone and say Hi. Never give up on hope, love, empathy, morals, values and human decency. You definitely are loved and appreciated. Make it a good day please. I’m sending love to all of you from my family to you. Thank you Meidas you guys are priceless.
I knew that blob of cholesterol was gonna ruin Christmas. Not for me though. I’m determined to stay happy. I didn’t bring Trump upon myself. Trump was imposed on us by many of the sadists that will probably make the majority of those in Church attendance today. They deserve the shitty part of whatever this Christmas brings. Not me . I choose happiness.
Merry Christmas Ben, Brett & Jordy and ❤️to your families . Thanks for what you do. Thanks for helping us to never lose sight of truth and integrity. Those fighting hard and truthfully are a colourful family that need protecting. They come from all corners. What I see as important is to always try and recognise the manipulators and those those that can’t speak truth, even to themselves. Some of us are more articulate than others but in all my years, I have learnt to spot a good heart from a bad egg. A shout out to the MeidasMighty… Thanks for what you do to protect Democracy in the WORLD and for helping to give a louder voice for those who speak truth and have integrity. ❤️ from an old soul in London
A Story for You this Christmas Morning, Bett, Ben and Jordy
The Christmas Scout, By Samuel D. Boga [Modified]
“When we encounter suffering, we can either lean in or look away. When love wins the day, looking away is never an option — because love always leans in.”?— Santiago Mellado
In spite of the fun and laughter, young Frank Wilson was in poor spirits.
It was true that he had received all the presents he wanted along with some special surprises. And of course, he enjoyed these traditional Christmas Eve reunions of relatives—this year at Aunt Susan’s—for the purpose of exchanging love and good wishes.
But Frank was almost devestated because this was to be his first Christmas without his brother, Steve, who earlier in the year had been the tragic victim of a reckless driver. Frank deeply missed his brother and the close companionship they had together.
Suffocating at this memory, he said good-bye to his relatives and explained to his parents that he was leaving a little early to see a friend. Since it was cold outside, Frank put on his new plaid jacket. It was his favorite gift. The other presents he placed on his new sled.
Then Frank, seeking that missing companionship of his brother, headed for the Flats, hoping to find the patrol leader of his Boy Scout troop. This was the section of town where most of the poor lived, and his patrol leader did odd jobs to help support his family. To Frank’s disappointment, his friend was not at home, but running errands.
As Frank hiked down the street, he caught glimpses of trees and decorations in many homes. And although not meaning to pry, out of the corner of his eye he detected a shabby room with a couple of small limp worn and dirty stockings hanging over an empty fireplace. A woman was seated near them weeping. The stockings reminded him of the way he and his brother had always hung theirs side by side, but theirs were big, and new, and clean, and the next morning would be bursting with candy and glimmering prizes. Unlike these which would surely be no different, even they sat there all the way through next Christmas and out the other side. Then it hit him that he had not done his “good turn” for the day.
He knocked on the door.
“Y..yes?” the sad shaky voice of the woman inquired.
“May I come in?”
“You are very welcome,” she sighed, “but I have not food or gifts for you. I have nothing for my own children.”
“That’s not why I am here,” Frank, surprising himself, announces with all the authority of a scout leader. “You are to choose whatever presents you need for your children from this sled.”
“Why, God bless you!” the amazed woman answered hesitantly but deeply grateful.
She gingerly selected some candies, a game, the toy airplane, and a puzzle. When she slowly reached for the new Scout flashlight, Frank almost cried out but he regained his composure in a flash. Finally, the stockings were full.
“Won’t you tell me your name?” she almost pleaded as Frank was leaving.
“Just call me the Christmas Scout,” he replied.
That night Frank saw that his sorrow was not the only sorrow in the world and before he left the Flats, he had given away the remainder of his toys. The new plaid jacket had gone to a shivering boy.
He trudged homeward, cold and uneasy - all that mystifying scout authority fleeing him. Having given his presents away Frank could think of no reasonable explanation to offer his parents. He wondered how he could make them understand.
“Where are your presents, son?” asked his father as he entered the house.
“I gave them away.”
“But I thought you were happy with your gifts.”
“I was, very happy,” the boy answered lamely.
“But, Frank, how could you be so impulsive?” his mother asked.
His father was firm. “You made your choice, Frank. We cannot afford any more presents.”
His brother gone, his family disappointed in him, Frank suddenly felt dreadfully alone. He had not expected a reward for his generosity for, in the wisdom of young grief, he knew that a good deed always should be its own reward. It would be tarnished otherwise. So he did not want his gifts back. Frank thought of his brother and sobbed himself to sleep.
manger night gathering light
The Light is Gathering
The next morning he came downstairs to find his parents listening to Christmas music on the radio. Then the announcer spoke:
“Merry Christmas, everybody! The sweetest Christmas story we have this morning comes from the Flats. A crippled boy down there has a new sled to get around in this morning. Another youngster has a new plaid jacket. And several families report that their children were made happy last night by gifts from a teenage boy who simply referred to himself as the Christmas Scout. No one could identify him, but the children of the Flats claim that the Christmas Scout was a personal representative of old Santa Claus himself.”
Frank felt his father’s arms go around his shoulders, and saw his mother smiling through her tears. “Why didn’t you tell us? We are so proud of you, son.”
The carols came over the air again filling the room with music.
And praises sing to God the King, and peace to men on Earth.
Wow. A whole year of Trump. Longer, really. He was never gone even during Biden's term and his stench will outlive him, sadly. Yet here we still are: traumatized, enduring heartache and heartbreak because of the suffering endured by so many, but more resilient than ever and, certainly, more determined than ever. I can't imagine life without the MTN opening our eyes and ears (minds, hearts, and souls) to the moronity and cruelty of the Trump regime. These are ugly times but these are hopeful times, too. We couldn't have gotten here without you. Thanks, Ben.
Merry Christmas Ben, Brett and Jordy and your families and to all of the Meidas Mighty. Thank you for holding the line against this tyrannical regime.
Calling Musk "her" is not my idea of being the opposite of Trump. I am insulted. I think Ben's gender should own the assholes of their gender without calling them "her."
Hmm, I noticed that too, but it seems like a typo to me because it really doesn't make sense otherwise. There's no previous indication to me that Ben would troll him like that. I mean, it would make sense if Musk were rumored to be some closet queen, or evil homocon who tried to distance himself from being the "wrong kind of gay." For example, Remember Michael Huffington, who ran for Senate in California, and he said he was a homosexual, not "gay." We in the gay community might have said, "Get a load of her!" But, even if that were the case, I still don't think Ben would say that. I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt.
Absolutely Jim!
Wow, the scrooges are on it early. It's Christmas. Lighten up!
So are the gas-lighters, I see.
My take as well, and more: it's giving Oblong Mush positive attributes women have that he doesn't deserve or possess.
I agree, Linda
Weide. I thought it is an error, it is so tone deaf.
Linda, That is a typo. NO ONE on the Meidas Touch Network has EVER made derogatory remarks about gender. You do realize that Ben and everyone else is by the hour bringing us news. Perhaps you could possibly consider this before you start making remarks...
Then we need better editing.
I came here to say the same thing. Really?
Using any reference to a female with "her" or women's body parts or perceived weakness is wrong. It demeans women, not the men it's used against. On the other hand, I'm hoping it's an editing error.
Why are you insulted over something said about someone else? I have called he she and she him. I did not insult the person or the people next to them. Why were you insulted?
Hoping it was an error because if not…just why?
Because...Misogyny
Merry Christmas to you Ben, your entire family, and to all of the Meidas Mighty around the world. Wish the millions of peace and joy on this wonderful day and a prosperous year ahead.
Two thing I know that will lay ahead in the New Year, independent media will be the ones to break news and hold the regime accountable. Legacy media continues to abdicate responsibility and in cases like CBS they are working with the regime to suppress facts. Second thing I am sure in the New Year, the Meidas Mighty will continue to grow and stand strong together.
Merry Christmas everyone! Find the good today, it’s a special day. Notice a neighbor who might be alone and say Hi. Never give up on hope, love, empathy, morals, values and human decency. You definitely are loved and appreciated. Make it a good day please. I’m sending love to all of you from my family to you. Thank you Meidas you guys are priceless.
Agreed. There’s a lot of people without family.
I picked up a friend and drove her home after a hospital procedure.
Love is in the giving.
Nice. You are good peeps. Thank you for your humanity. Have a wonderful holiday seasons.
Yup-enriches the soul too Kati:)
I'm hosting an adult orphan dinner at my UU Church this afternoon.
Thank you
Priceless! A perfect word to describe our wonderful news team!!
Rest up today you 3 you are loved and so very much needed in these times..
Merry Christmas to everyone at Meidas touch. For their efforts to save the sanity of America and Americans we thank you all.
Happy Holidays to you and our loved ones!
Thank you, Brothers M! So appreciate you.
A very happy holiday to you & your family!
Onward and upward.
I knew that blob of cholesterol was gonna ruin Christmas. Not for me though. I’m determined to stay happy. I didn’t bring Trump upon myself. Trump was imposed on us by many of the sadists that will probably make the majority of those in Church attendance today. They deserve the shitty part of whatever this Christmas brings. Not me . I choose happiness.
Thank you for always showing up! I imagine it's exhausting, but your persistence is making a huge impact.
Merry Christmas Ben, Brett & Jordy and ❤️to your families . Thanks for what you do. Thanks for helping us to never lose sight of truth and integrity. Those fighting hard and truthfully are a colourful family that need protecting. They come from all corners. What I see as important is to always try and recognise the manipulators and those those that can’t speak truth, even to themselves. Some of us are more articulate than others but in all my years, I have learnt to spot a good heart from a bad egg. A shout out to the MeidasMighty… Thanks for what you do to protect Democracy in the WORLD and for helping to give a louder voice for those who speak truth and have integrity. ❤️ from an old soul in London
Merry, Merry! Thank you for all you do to keep us informed.
A Story for You this Christmas Morning, Bett, Ben and Jordy
The Christmas Scout, By Samuel D. Boga [Modified]
“When we encounter suffering, we can either lean in or look away. When love wins the day, looking away is never an option — because love always leans in.”?— Santiago Mellado
In spite of the fun and laughter, young Frank Wilson was in poor spirits.
It was true that he had received all the presents he wanted along with some special surprises. And of course, he enjoyed these traditional Christmas Eve reunions of relatives—this year at Aunt Susan’s—for the purpose of exchanging love and good wishes.
But Frank was almost devestated because this was to be his first Christmas without his brother, Steve, who earlier in the year had been the tragic victim of a reckless driver. Frank deeply missed his brother and the close companionship they had together.
Suffocating at this memory, he said good-bye to his relatives and explained to his parents that he was leaving a little early to see a friend. Since it was cold outside, Frank put on his new plaid jacket. It was his favorite gift. The other presents he placed on his new sled.
Then Frank, seeking that missing companionship of his brother, headed for the Flats, hoping to find the patrol leader of his Boy Scout troop. This was the section of town where most of the poor lived, and his patrol leader did odd jobs to help support his family. To Frank’s disappointment, his friend was not at home, but running errands.
As Frank hiked down the street, he caught glimpses of trees and decorations in many homes. And although not meaning to pry, out of the corner of his eye he detected a shabby room with a couple of small limp worn and dirty stockings hanging over an empty fireplace. A woman was seated near them weeping. The stockings reminded him of the way he and his brother had always hung theirs side by side, but theirs were big, and new, and clean, and the next morning would be bursting with candy and glimmering prizes. Unlike these which would surely be no different, even they sat there all the way through next Christmas and out the other side. Then it hit him that he had not done his “good turn” for the day.
He knocked on the door.
“Y..yes?” the sad shaky voice of the woman inquired.
“May I come in?”
“You are very welcome,” she sighed, “but I have not food or gifts for you. I have nothing for my own children.”
“That’s not why I am here,” Frank, surprising himself, announces with all the authority of a scout leader. “You are to choose whatever presents you need for your children from this sled.”
“Why, God bless you!” the amazed woman answered hesitantly but deeply grateful.
She gingerly selected some candies, a game, the toy airplane, and a puzzle. When she slowly reached for the new Scout flashlight, Frank almost cried out but he regained his composure in a flash. Finally, the stockings were full.
“Won’t you tell me your name?” she almost pleaded as Frank was leaving.
“Just call me the Christmas Scout,” he replied.
That night Frank saw that his sorrow was not the only sorrow in the world and before he left the Flats, he had given away the remainder of his toys. The new plaid jacket had gone to a shivering boy.
He trudged homeward, cold and uneasy - all that mystifying scout authority fleeing him. Having given his presents away Frank could think of no reasonable explanation to offer his parents. He wondered how he could make them understand.
“Where are your presents, son?” asked his father as he entered the house.
“I gave them away.”
“But I thought you were happy with your gifts.”
“I was, very happy,” the boy answered lamely.
“But, Frank, how could you be so impulsive?” his mother asked.
His father was firm. “You made your choice, Frank. We cannot afford any more presents.”
His brother gone, his family disappointed in him, Frank suddenly felt dreadfully alone. He had not expected a reward for his generosity for, in the wisdom of young grief, he knew that a good deed always should be its own reward. It would be tarnished otherwise. So he did not want his gifts back. Frank thought of his brother and sobbed himself to sleep.
manger night gathering light
The Light is Gathering
The next morning he came downstairs to find his parents listening to Christmas music on the radio. Then the announcer spoke:
“Merry Christmas, everybody! The sweetest Christmas story we have this morning comes from the Flats. A crippled boy down there has a new sled to get around in this morning. Another youngster has a new plaid jacket. And several families report that their children were made happy last night by gifts from a teenage boy who simply referred to himself as the Christmas Scout. No one could identify him, but the children of the Flats claim that the Christmas Scout was a personal representative of old Santa Claus himself.”
Frank felt his father’s arms go around his shoulders, and saw his mother smiling through her tears. “Why didn’t you tell us? We are so proud of you, son.”
The carols came over the air again filling the room with music.
And praises sing to God the King, and peace to men on Earth.
Thanks for all your work and effort. Have a Merry Christmas 🎄
Thank you Ben And team ! We all appreciate you very much shout out coming from Four Oaks, North Carolina !
Wow. A whole year of Trump. Longer, really. He was never gone even during Biden's term and his stench will outlive him, sadly. Yet here we still are: traumatized, enduring heartache and heartbreak because of the suffering endured by so many, but more resilient than ever and, certainly, more determined than ever. I can't imagine life without the MTN opening our eyes and ears (minds, hearts, and souls) to the moronity and cruelty of the Trump regime. These are ugly times but these are hopeful times, too. We couldn't have gotten here without you. Thanks, Ben.
Merry Christmas and thank you!