Another great conservative publishing project is Bulkington Books. They take historical texts that have been unfairly forgotten and bring them back to life. One example is this book:

Kermit Roosevelt was the son of President Teddy Roosevelt. This book is his account of fighting in WWI that was published in 1919. Kermit served in Mesopotamia and left this fascinating description of what he saw and experienced. He was a book lover and used every opportunity between battles, skirmishes, and sitting in trenches to read Xenophon and Plutarch. It’s quite extraordinary how well-read this young man was and how dedicated to improving his mind by the practice of ceaseless reading. There are some absolutely stunning stories in War in the Garden of Eden of the lengths Kermit would go to procure reading matter.

Kermit Roosevelt’s quiet dignity and an unhurried gift for observation make this book a gem. It reads extremely easily. I even read parts aloud to my 9-year-old, and she liked them. Still, publishing this slim volume today takes courage. Kermit Roosevelt was erased from literary history because his writing reflects the sensibility of his time. It’s not politically correct according to today’s norms. Kermit speaks in a way that we can no longer tolerate. And while he read ancient Greeks and easily tolerated their difference from his early twentieth-century sensibility, we are not nearly as strong. Even somebody from only just a century ago wounds our tender psyches that collapse under the realization that in the past people thought and spoke differently.

Bulkington added photos and newspaper clippings to Kermit’s narrative to help the reader get a feel for the time when he lived. We can all be proud of Kermit and a great culture that produced such an impressive young man. Bulkington Books wants us to make place in our understanding of American history for edifying and fascinating stories like that of Kermit Roosevelt. This is a wonderful goal, and I wish this publisher every success.

Finally, I have figured out a way to attract a boatload of profane, vicious replies without referring to IQ or race.

— Charles Murray (@charlesmurray) July 8, 2025

To recap a day-long fountain of vitriol, Murray got in the way of people feeling sorry for themselves, and they can’t get over it.

What Murray doesn’t understand is that it’s precisely because life is easy and good that people need to pretend everything is terrible. If there were real hardship, they’d do the exact opposite.

This is from a memoir of a childless woman who got pregnant at 39 and had an abortion. The events described take place immediately after the abortion:

When I reached Twenty-First Street, the truck was there, as expected. I ordered my all-time favorite comfort food. Not raw, but still vegan: a Mediterranean platter with a pile of silky hummus, pickled cabbage salad, tabouli, and the most delicious falafel with tahini sauce. I took it home to my cozy backroom office, sat at my desk, and scanned through new emails, while devouring the food. Almost as if I was trying to quickly fill the space that had just been otherwise occupied. Baby out; falafel in, I thought. Then I got back to work.

The Girl with the Duck Tattoo: A Memoir

Of course, after this the woman proceeded to self-destruct in the most egregious ways. You can’t lie to your psyche. It knows when you do violence to it and repays you severely.

The beach is empty, which I most definitely don’t hate for myself. I am, of course, hopeful that tourists return soon to this wonderful area.

Not having to step over 5 rows of vacationers is not something I mind, as you can probably guess. Plus, I can listen to my book without headphones because there’s nobody here to be disturbed by the sound.

Here’s the most recent video, by the way. It caused such a scandal that people started unsubscribing en masse. There are viewers who can’t tolerate any criticism of Trump. They are leftists at heart. They need an idol they can worship and a party line they need to parrot. This is not OK because we already have a Left in this country. What we need is an alternative to its lockstep fanaticism.

Florida is in a category all its own:

A great state, a great vibe, a great sense of humor.

In 1987-88, it suddenly became possible in the moribund USSR to publish and discuss things that previously we hadn’t been allowed to know about. Suddenly, everybody was subscribing to a dozen thick journals that printed all sorts of forbidden novels, essays, memoirs, historical treatises, poems, etc. People would stop in the middle of a park and strike up a debate with complete strangers. Large groups would form to observe the discussion and express support for one of the debaters. My parents were of the debating kind, and many an outing in my childhood was interrupted by my father stopping in a square or on a busy street corner and starting a spontaneous lecture on some utterly random but heretofore forbidden topic. Crowds would gather fast, and I’d sigh hopelessly, realizing that we weren’t going to be able to leave that spot for at least an hour.

People were finally free to talk about things that mattered. To read, to debate, to think. It was an extraordinary time when the life of the mind flourished, and there weren’t enough hours in the day to read all the exciting new books and share your thoughts about them. The stultifying decades of being forced to parrot the party line were over. We knew that a lot had been concealed from us “for our own good”, and anybody who could point the way to where the truth could be found became an instant hero.

People walked around with the overwhelmed and happy look of prisoners who had been let out of a dungeon and were seeing the sunshine and the flowers for the first time. These were the people in my parents’ circle and others like them. The intelligentsia, the thinking individuals. Of course, there were also those who hated the changes, and they were possibly even more numerous. They didn’t want to be exposed to any new ideas. They wanted to be told what to think and to be allowed to persecute those who thought differently. The conflict between these two groups was never resolved and later spilled out into a war.

But that’s not what I’m talking about here. My point is that this is exactly how it feels in America today. All of the new publishing houses, books, ideas, thoughts. We don’t stop in the middle of the park like my Dad had to because we have social media for that purpose. But the feeling and the excitement are the same.

And that’s really great. It means freedom will always win in the end.

BREAKING: DOJ and FBI have concluded that Jeffery Epstein had no "client list," and committed suicide, per Axios

— unusual_whales (@unusual_whales) July 7, 2025

Yes, he had no clients. Ghislaine Maxwell is in jail for procuring children to rape for absolutely no one. This makes a lot of sense.

Female achievement will never be the same as male achievement. Look at the difference in how Jeff Bezos and Lauren Sanchez got access to Jeff Bezos’s wealth.

Nobody will make all the effort if they don’t have to.

We are back at our favorite place in Florida:

It was devastated by hurricanes two years ago but locals have been rebuilding like crazy. Everything is back open but the beach is still empty.

It’s such a magical place.