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Dec. 25, 2025 - Lionel Nation
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The Bravest Woman in America: A Christmas Eve Tribute to Candace Owens

The Bravest Woman in America: A Christmas Eve Tribute to Candace Owens

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Good day, dear patriot and fellow traveler of truth, whatever the heck that means.
It is Christmas Eve, my friend, Christmas Eve, and from our home to yours, the best this Christmas, Hanukkah Kwanza.
Don't forget Kwanzaa.
I don't understand what happened to Kwanzaa.
Am I the only one who rep, I guess.
But it is Christmas Eve, and in a year filled with noise and confusion and absolute cowardice and gutless wonder and professional silence, Candace Owens has bestowed upon us the gift of balls.
Elephantine, enormous, gargantuan, brobding, immane balls, guts, intrepidity, temerity, the likes of which we have never seen.
She owned this year.
Owned it.
And you know, she has everybody else, her adversaries, to thank.
Candace Owens gave the country something rare, my friends.
She gave us nerve, guts, balls, whales, curione.
She gave us clarity.
She gave us an example.
No wrapping paper, no fake sentiment, no ho, ho, ho, hallmark nonsense.
Just truth said out loud when it mattered most.
Manifest and beautiful.
What Candace has done is not complicated.
And that is the point, dear friend.
She didn't invent a new ideology.
She didn't hide behind jargon or credential worship.
No, nay nay.
She didn't ask permission from donors and editors and party bosses or Ben Shapiro or polite society.
Uh-uh.
She looked at what was happening.
She called it the way she saw it and what it was.
And she stood there while the arrows flew.
That is the gift.
The gift of guts, of courage, of conviction.
In a time, my friend, when so many people speak only after checking the temperature of the room, she spoke first and accepted the cost.
People were saying, Candace, enough, enough.
She says, I'm not even close.
Think about it.
The people in the pantheon of toughness, of tough guys, who has more guts than Corione than she does?
No one.
No one.
Alex Jones, remember, he's in the museum by himself.
He's in the pantheon by himself.
You got to exclude him, of course, what he's endured.
But Candace Owens, this year?
My friend, we live in an age where courage is treated like some little PR problem.
People want to appear brave without ever being brave, and they want the aesthetic of rebellion without the consequences, without paying dues.
And CEO rejected that bargain.
She didn't hang.
She didn't issue soft clarifications later.
She didn't apologize for being precise.
She understood and withstood something very old and very American.
If you do not draw a line, someone else will draw it for you, and it will not be where you want it.
Let this be a lesson, my friend.
And what makes her stand out is not volume or attitude.
It is consistency, authenticity.
She's been saying the same basic things for years, even when it was lonely.
Family matters, truth matters, nation matters, reality matters, lies rot and destroy institutions.
Fear, ladies and gentlemen, empowers tyrants.
Silence is consent.
These aren't radical ideas.
These are foundational precepts, foundational maxims, the basics, the basics of love, as Wayland Jennings intoned.
You know, the radical part is saying them now when so many gutless twits behind microphones refuse to.
And you know who I'm talking about.
The phonies.
The phonies, the fugues, the four-flushers, the synthetic, the artificial.
Candace Owens understands power in a way most commentators do not.
She understands that power is not just held by governments or corporations or media companies.
Power also lives in the social penalties that keep ordinary people quiet.
The fear of being called names, the fear of losing access, the fear of losing everything monetarily, the fear of, I don't think that's not a fear, the fear of being labeled difficult.
She confronted that power directly and showed others how weak it really is once you stop feeding it.
She's a hate marker.
I'm surprised you didn't.
What is she?
A racist, an anti-Semite, you name it.
She's it.
They're coming at her.
And Tucker, who's a close second on his best day, can't get near her.
That is why her critics scream instead of argue.
They're not responding to her point or to her.
They're responding to the threat she represents.
A woman who will not bend.
A black conservative woman who refuses to play the role assigned to her.
A thinker who doesn't outsource her conscience.
That combination breaks the script.
And when the script breaks, the operators panic.
Oh, dear friends, there is something deeply American about what she does and has done and will do.
It echoes the town square, the pamphleteer, the citizen speaker who believes the public can handle the truth without being managed.
She talks like a person talking to other people, not like a consultant talking to focus groups, phony, synthetic.
She doesn't well up on cue.
She doesn't give you a Tammy Faye.
She's the real McCoy.
And that is why her words travel and why they mean something and why you've responded.
They sound like things people already feel, but were told they were not allowed to say.
And remember, I'm not talking about whether she is even correct or not.
People can argue about that, but to get to the argument about whether you're correct, you've got to have the guts to say it in the first place.
Candace Owen exposes a lie that has dominated public life for too long.
The lie that dissent equals hate.
The lie that questions equal violence.
The lie that obedience equals virtue.
You know, Candace destroys and dismantles those lies simply by refusing to obey them.
She asks basic questions.
She points out contradictions.
She notices patterns.
She does not flinch when the room gets uncomfortable.
And that alone is revolutionary now.
And what she gives and what she gives to people and her fans and her followers, her acolytes is permission.
Permission to notice, permission to say no, permission to trust their own eyes.
And that is the real contagion.
Not her opinions, but her posture.
Stand up straight.
Speak slowly.
Speak plainly.
Take the hit.
Move on.
People watching will realize that the sky doesn't fall when you tell the truth.
You're respected.
The mob moves on to the next target.
Life continues.
Self-respect remains.
No, in fact, it blossoms.
And there is also generosity in what she does.
She doesn't hoard courage.
She models it.
She wants others to pick up on what she's doing and pick it up and use it.
And you can hear it when she speaks.
There's an invitation there.
Not worship me, but join me.
Not I am special, but you can do this too.
That, that is leadership in its oldest form.
Candace Owens also reminds us on this holiday, Christmas Eve, that patriotism is not submission to authority.
It is loyalty to principles.
She doesn't confuse the flag with the bureaucrats who hide behind it.
She doesn't confuse the nation with the people who temporarily control institutions and government halls.
And that distinction, that distinction matters.
It's how free societies renew themselves instead of decaying into managed democracies where dissent is tolerated only in theory.
Oh, my friends, Merry Christmas on this Christmas Eve from a woman whose courage has cost her.
And that matters too.
It would be easy to praise her if there were no price attached.
But there has been a price that is incalculable.
In main, colossal smears, attacks, isolation, threats, attempts to erase her through erasure.
Attempts to scare others away from her.
She absorbed it and kept going.
That is not performative bravery.
That is character.
You don't see people double down today.
Again, she may ultimately be wrong.
She may ultimately not necessarily project something that you agree with.
That's not the point.
She's got balls.
That's it.
Pardon my French.
She also shows that strength doesn't require cruelty.
She can be sharp.
She can be quick-witted and snappy with her tongue.
She can be a rapier.
She can use her tongue as a lance without being mindless.
She can be fervent without being hysterical.
She doesn't need, by the way, her male compatriots, those are the ones losing there.
You know who I'm talking about.
I mean, they just come unglued.
She's like this.
She never loses it.
She doesn't need to dehumanize opponents to defeat bad ideas.
And in a culture that thrives on rage and clicks and algorithmic anger, that restraint is itself a form of discipline.
There is a lesson here for anyone paying attention.
You don't need a platform to start.
You need a spine.
You need guts.
You need intrepidity.
Platforms come and go.
But integrity compounds.
And the people who last are not the ones who timed the market perfectly, so to speak.
They're the ones who refused to lie when lying was easier.
It's easier just to shut up and move along.
No hits, no runs, no errors.
So, my dear, dear member of the nation of the conspiratorium, I thank you.
And I say to you on this Christmas Eve, the gift that Candace Owens gives is not comfort.
It is something better.
It is resolve.
It is the reminder, my dear friend, that ordinary citizens still matter, that words still matter, that courage is still possible, even when the incentives are stacked against it.
We can all learn from that.
Speak up at work when something is wrong.
Push back when language is being used to confuse instead of clarify.
Defend someone being unfairly targeted.
Ask the question everyone else is avoiding.
Tell the truth to your kids.
Tell the truth to them instead of outsourcing it to screens and slogans.
These are small acts, but they add up.
And that is how cultures change.
My friend, on this Christmas Eve, I say to you that Candace did not wait for permission from history.
She acted in real time.
That is the difference between spectators and participants.
America was not built, was not built by people who waited to be validated.
It was built by people who risked being wrong in public.
She stands in that tradition, whether her critics like it or not.
Remember that.
So on this quiet day and quiet night, when families gather and the year winds down, it is worth saying plainly that her example matters.
Not because she's perfect, but because she's present.
She's real.
She's authentic.
Because she showed up when it counted.
Because she reminded people that fear is a terrible ruler and a lousy moral guide.
That is a real Christmas gift.
That is it.
No batteries required, no expiration date.
Just a reminder that courage and bold are contagious and that the country still belongs to those willing to stand up for something they believe in and speak like free Americans.
Remember that.
And to you, dear friend, to you, dear member of the conspiratorium, from Mrs. L and me to you and yours, remember what this day is and remember how much we've been through and how we provide this wonderful consortium, this conspiratorium, this cabal, this cadre, this convocation, this coven, this cadre.
I'm being illiterative here, but it's true.
That's who we are.
We're just plain old folks.
We're just plain old folks.
Citizen patriots, lovers of liberty, just common sense folks who walk around and say, you know what, that's not right.
And that's all we've been about.
It's just saying when something is not right.
That's all.
And I respect you.
And remember, I've got your back.
You don't have to be right.
You can't live your life by saying, I'm not going to say anything because what if I'm wrong?
Risk that.
But whatever you do, don't sit back and just say, maybe now is not the time.
Maybe I just, it's so easy just to play it easy.
I keep saying no hits, no runs, no errors.
No, nothing venture, nothing gain.
We're not going to do that.
So anyway, enough with me.
Enough with this.
Happy, happy, happy, happy day.
Merry Christmas.
Merry, Merry New Year's Eve to you and yours.
It's been a wild year.
And you know what?
It's going to be even wilder.
And you know what?
Can give to me the gift the gift among Filipino Cougarans, I just made that up is to like this video and to subscribe, and in the section that I've provided, as I normally do, your kind words and thoughtful prose are all I ask for.
That's it.
Have a great day as a great cam fong.
As Chin Ho said on Hawaii 50, we're all in this together, brother.
Remember that.
And until we Meet again, might be later on today.
You never know.
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