Translation: there is a plan in place to unleash a wave of violence on the UK, targeting, first, poor, immigrant and non-white neighborhoods, and then moving on to destroy the middle-class ones. The wealthy will applaud and cheer on the “anti-racist” scourge visited on the hoi polloi.

Remember: “institutional racism” and “anti-racist” mean austerity, violence and immiseration. These are words used to con us, and they will keep working until we feel anything but contempt and disgust for them and those who say them.

https://twitter.com/Breaking911/status/1469825674315804672?t=hrhfp6eDVGWWkq9NWJuOfQ&s=19

Unfortunately, the people who died as a result of the BLM experiment in defunding the police won’t be able to appreciate the gesture.

Klara says, “Mommy, I seem to remember a time – and I was very little back then, so I’m not sure it’s true – but I remember this time when nobody wore masks. It was good.”

I find that with age all physical sensations become a lot more intense, and all emotional ones a lot more muted. Drinking water, sleeping, breathing in the crisp morning air – these all feel intense like nothing I experienced in my youth. When I was young, I was all feeling. And now I’m a lot more about physical experiences.

The first person in the family to finish her Christmas shopping is Klara. Her school has this great tradition of a Christmas store where kids find presents for relatives and friends. The reason why it’s great is that no money is involved. Kids don’t bring money, discuss prices, or handle money in any way. All of the gifts are of equal value, and children never hear about it.

Children learn to think about others, choose gifts that will work for different people, and experience the pleasure of imagining somebody else’s joy. And no money changes hands. There’s none of the “my mommy gave me $100, and yours gave you $3” bullshit. Volunteers help wrap and sign the gifts.

Educating children about money is very important but it should be done in an age appropriate way and not by the school. It’s the parents’ job, and everybody has their own philosophy, which must be respected. The daycare Klara went was quite tone-death about money but the Christian school is very good at not forcing unnecessary experiences that kids aren’t prepared to handle.

Klara recently informed us at dinner that “some people are rich, some are poor, and we are in the middle, which is the best place to be,” so I’m glad about how this is going.

At Best Buy, I donated $5 to a children’s hospital, after which the store assistant rang a big red bell, and all employees started applauding me.

I was so embarrassed, I’m never donating anything at this store again.

People who enjoy being praised for their charity are psychopaths.

The saddest spectacle is good girls and boys bleating morosely “we’ve done everything we were told. When can we go back to normal?”

When you stop doing what you are told, you little fool. That’s when you can have your life back. Because you’ll have to take it back yourself.

The most stunning realization in the past 18 months was how infantilized people have become. They do what they are told and then are stunned to find out that the orders weren’t given for their benefit but to con them.

It’s the end of the semester, I’m at work until all sorts of hours, lots of stuff going on. Then I come home, open the refrigerator, and see a large cake with the words “Happy 10th Anniversary!”

Immediately, I freak out. What anniversary? Did I forget an anniversary? Was I supposed to buy a gift? What happened 10 years ago? What is it an anniversary of? Wedding? No, we already celebrated that in November. First date? No, it’s been a lot longer than 10 years. Plus, that’s in June. What important date am I forgetting? What relationship milestone do I care so little about that I forgot?

So of course I send Klara to find out why N bought the cake and what is the anniversary. Then I could pretend I always knew.

She comes back all triumphant. “Mommy, I found out!”

“OK, and what is it?”

“Oh. I forgot on the way here.”

Finally, I confess to N that I have no idea what he’s driving at.

“Oh, it’s not me,” he says. “It’s from my company. They are celebrating that I’ve been with them for 10 years.”

It’s +22°C (summer weather.) We’ve had 3 tornadoes pass through the town tonight. Been trudging up and down the stairs into the tornado shelter area. The roof of the Amazon warehouse nearby collapsed.

Boring the Midwest definitely isn’t.

A great essay from a guy who has had it with the left:

When “the left” becomes the party of wealthy elites and state security agencies who preach racial division, state censorship, contempt for ordinary citizens and for the U.S. Constitution, and telling people what to do and think at every turn, then that’s the side you are on, if you are “on the left”—those are the policies and beliefs you stand for and have to defend. It doesn’t matter what good people “on the left” believed and did 60 or 70 years ago. Those people are dead now, mostly. They don’t define “the left” anymore than Abraham Lincoln defines the modern-day Republican Party or Jimi Hendrix defines Nickelback.