I took a peek at the leftist social media, and weird things are going on there. Everybody is discussing a woman who died because she couldn’t get an abortion. Even though she did have an abortion. And died as a result of the abortion. But somehow her very tragic death from an abortion is still evidence that she died because she couldn’t get an abortion. Which she did get.

I left 5 minutes into the experiment because that’s too much crazy.

I’m subscribed to the Twitter account of Auschwitz Memorial that posts photos of Jews murdered during the Holocaust. Every time I scroll through my feed and see one of those faces, I jump up because they look like my relatives.

I don’t even know what to say to this level of complete delusion. It’s sad and scary to see people anaesthetize themselves with these ridiculous slogans.

“While the mortality data for 2024 is incomplete and subject to change, Ohio is now in the ninth consecutive month of a historic and unexpected drop in overdose deaths,” said the organization Harm Reduction Ohio in a statement.

Missouri is seeing a similar trend that appears to be accelerating. After dropping by 10 percent last year, preliminary data shows drug deaths in the state have now fallen roughly 34 percent in the second quarter of 2024.

https://www.npr.org/2024/09/18/nx-s1-5107417/overdose-fatal-fentanyl-death-opioid

It’s not just these states. Drug overdose deaths have experienced somewhat of a decline nationwide. They are still sky-high compared to 2019, though:

The COVID damage to the social fabric seems to be healing bit by bit. Of course, it’s also true that there’s a limited number of people capable of dying of a drug overdose, and many of them were wiped out in the preceding few years. The linked article is written in a weirdly gushy tone but there’s a terrible tragedy hiding behind these numbers.

Russian POWs look nothing of the kind after returning from captivity in Ukraine.

I’m not posting the really hardcore images to spare people’s sensibilities.

Don’t let childish contrarianism erase the evidence that’s right in front of you. Civilization versus barbarity is a conflict that always existed and it exists in our times, too.

I listened to our famous campus preacher today. A protestant preacher, of course. He said, and this is a close quote, “It doesn’t matter if you’ve been baptized. It doesn’t matter if you’ve done any sacraments or even know what they are. It doesn’t matter if you go to church. All that matters is that you know in your heart of hearts that you trust Jesus to save you.”

And this is the entire bloody problem right there. This isn’t about religion and whose is better. It’s about the mentality of the primacy of feelings over everything. “Feelings cannot be wrong! If you feel it, it’s the ultimate truth!”

But it’s bunk. Feelings can be very much wrong. And an individual shouldn’t be a completely closed system where he’s the judge of good and evil based on how he feels. This is a very bad approach.

Campus wokesters have protested the preacher’s presence for years. But they are dumb because he’s doing their job for them. The preacher’s approach is at the heart of the woke mentality. All you need to do is take one little step of excluding this powerless, subservient Jesus from the equation altogether and put your ever important, ever feeling self in his place.

One extremely positive effect of having a child late in life is that your whole life clock moves back many hours. I’m leading the life of somebody 15 years younger, so I don’t get to fret about aging or the next stage of life or whatever. For example, I spent the whole day yesterday chaperoning a field trip. This involved running after a bunch of feisty 8-year-olds across the football field and back in blistering heat while they participated in a multi-stage sporting event. Yes, grandmas chaperone, too, but as grandmas, they get to sit under a tree with coolers of iced tea while moms get to run around, yelling, “Liam! Did anybody see Liam? It’s our turn to go in 2 minutes!” and “Chandra, step away from that ice-cream stand right now! I see you, Chandra!”

For some unfathomable reason, I’m reading one book after another about female aging. Every Fall, for example, I read a book by the Canadian mystery writer Loreth Anne White. Somebody always drowns in an icy lake or perishes in a snow storm in her books, and that’s pleasing to read during our scorching hot autumns. But guess what? This year’s thriller by this author is also about female aging, and its the cruelest one yet. Whatever JD Vance said about post-menopausal women is child’s game compared to what this progressive Canadian writer has to say. But I don’t emotionally connect with the topic because my lifestyle is that of a much younger person. Talking about dried up, useless vaginas (like Loreth Anne White’s characters do) feels very irrelevant to my life.

I don’t recommend waiting until 35 to have children, obviously. If you wait, you might end up with none. But there are definite upsides for those few who can swing it.

There are worse indignities inflicted on pets than eating them:

I don’t even want to think what this is supposed to be a metaphor of.

It would work as an artistic rendering of the first few years after the Bolshevik revolution. But even Stalin realized it was unsustainable and removed the plebs from the palaces.