My aunt asked if it was for cholesterol. It wasn’t for cholesterol, Aunt Linda.
As a former Democrat, Christmas with my family has become complicated. They still don’t understand my journey. This year, I decided to tell them directly: I’ve taken the red pill and Christmas wasn’t the same anymore.
“What pill?” my mother asked. “Is this about your prescription plan?”
Red Pill Christmas Revelation
Let me be clear: the red pill isn’t a pharmaceutical. It’s a metaphor. A way of seeing. As I’ve explained before, my awakening began when I started questioning everything I’d been told. The Matrix. The system. The lies.
“The Matrix like the Keanu Reeves movie?” my cousin asked. She’s still in college. Still asleep.
Yes, I said, exactly like the Keanu Reeves movie. Furthermore, it’s not just a movie. It’s a documentary about our reality. They designed it to look fictional so people wouldn’t take it seriously. Think about it.
They Changed The Subject
My uncle—the one who voted for Obama twice and still brags about it—asked if I wanted more turkey. I said I wanted the truth. He passed the gravy.
This is what they do. When you try to wake them up, they redirect. Turkey. Gravy. Football. Anything but facing reality. I used to do the same thing. I understand. But understanding doesn’t make it less frustrating.
The Red Pill Christmas Divide
Additionally, I noticed something this year. My family didn’t argue with me. They just looked uncomfortable and waited for me to finish. Then they moved on. Three years ago, they would have pushed back. Now they’ve learned to let me talk and then pretend it didn’t happen.
I’m not sure if that’s better or worse.
My sister said, privately, that she’s “worried about me.” I told her I’ve never been clearer. She said that’s what worried her. We didn’t hug goodbye.
The red pill Christmas isn’t about presents. It’s about presence—being fully awake at a table of people still dreaming. It’s lonely. But it’s the price of truth.
Next year I’m bringing printouts.
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