“Jackie, how old are you?”
“Six.”
“And how old is your Daddy?”
“Six.”
“No, Jackie, that’s not possible. Your Daddy has to be older than you.”
“My Daddy only became a Daddy when I was born, and that was 6 years ago. So he’s also six.”

Instead of promoting the stupid rhetoric of “Bernie is hurting the party”, Democrats should worship at the altar of Bernie Sanders all day and every day. Bernie has been a gift to the party, and the longer he stays in the race, the better. The leadership of the party should beg him to stay on. Would the Democrats even appear on the news today if it weren’t for Bernie’s comments about a contested convention? No, it would all be about Trump and Cruz.

If Bernie had dropped out back in March, as people were suggesting, by August nobody would remember that anybody is running at all on the side of the Democrats. People follow conflict, drama, scandal. If everything is quiet, peaceful and decided, the interest dies.

God, I hate Facebook. I very rarely access it at all but today I went there to respond to people’s kind comments to the photos of Klara’s party. And what is the very first thing that Facebook sticks under my nose? This:

Given that over half of my entire Facebook feed is of pro-Ukrainian groups, what kind of an idiot offers me this vile garbage? What’s next? An IDF uniform marketed to a Palestinian refugee?

Today seems to be the National Idiot Day on TV. When asked why they support Sanders, a couple of disheveled voters said that they like him because “he bases his campaign on love instead of corporations.” I have no doubt that it doesn’t occur to them to link their lack of success in life with their deficient intellectual and linguistic skills. It’s easier to blame “corporations” instead.

I just saw a news report on the first cruise ship from the US to visit Cuba. One of the especially brain – dead passengers chirped eagerly that he was “happy to be able to visit before Burger King gets in here.” Of course, Cuba has been open to every luxurious hotel chain run by Western companies for decades. The existence of these Western hotels, casinos, cruises, restaurants, etc allowed Cubans who got jobs there to avoid starving. So the the anti-capitalist island where no vestige of Western commerce is present and where people experience starvation to entertain fat American tourists does not exist.

Where do idiots like this tourist even come from, seriously? They are as bad as the Canadian fool who tried telling me back in 1997 that people in my city in Ukraine were being “exploited” by Philip Morris having opened a factory on my street because the company wasn’t paying the Ukrainian workers the same salaries as Americans were getting for the same work. I remember wondering how it was even possible for an adult to say something so deeply idiotic and look so content about it. I’m still wondering.

This election cycle gave me a great way to edit my humongous blogroll. I’m now cutting out every Liberal blog and website that has published a “Trump presidency wouldn’t be much worse than Hillary’s” article.

I wouldn’t cut out conservative blogs that publish such pieces, obviously. I respect consistency and conviction. It’s the self-defeating stupidity of some Liberals that I can’t stand. Their insistence on a non-existent ideological purity and constant policing of the ranks in search of transgressors who departed from the orthodoxy for 2 seconds is too boring.

Of course, it’s impossible to outlaw sperm banks, but if there were a general  societal consensus that denying children the right to know their father is a monstrosity of the first order, it would be easier to keep the practice of consumerist child purchasing at least somewhat at bay. If people who participated in any dealings with sperm banks were shunned like the lepers they are, that would help to eradicate this insanity.

If the US signed on to the Declaration of the Rights of Children, it would be possible for such kids to sue for violating their right to crucial information. Of course, only the people who have not been completely beaten down by their upbringing can file such a lawsuit, and what are the chances that somebody who was brought into this world under the slogan of “you won’t know your Daddy because my whims come first” won’t be completely beaten down?

I came upon the weirdest sentence in the Sunday NYTIMES. Here it is:

Part of Mr. Khan’s pitch to Londoners is that, as an observant Muslim (he does not drink), he has a plan to tackle extremism.

I’m hoping these are not the words of the future mayor of London but a clumsy retelling by an idiot reporter. Because “Islam is all about not drinking and not drinking is my grand plan to battle extremism because Islam is extremist and is all about not drinking” sounds stunningly stupid.

Londoners, how do you feel about Mr Khan? I obviously can’t rely on the NYTIMES for a reliable account.

I have finally found a way to buy good cards for N. I always wondered how come his cards to me are always so much more tasteful and appropriate than mine to him. But it’s only now that I realized that the only way to go is to buy his cards in the “Her Birthday” and “Her Everything Else” section.

The “For Him” section in our region only presupposes the existence of two types of men:

1. A profoundly religious, sensitive, gentle man who likes pastel colors and long missives where God is mentioned in every line.
2. A non-religious fellow who loves garish, vulgar colors and lives for fart jokes and toilet humor.

The existence of sensitive, gentle agnostics who don’t get toilet humor has not yet been acknowledged by the greeting card industry.

The book I’m working on (and that will remain unnamed for fear of attracting spam) contains a lot of really fun Spanish slang. I realized, though, that I’m entirely unfamiliar with Spanish slang. I’m very good with Latin American slang (especially from Argentina, the Caribbean and Mexico) but my Spain Spanish is very prim and proper. The reason is that the only Spaniards I know are academics who speak the beautiful, correct and polite version of the language.