On the left, we have people who want to change penises into vaginas and vice versa. On the right, we have people who want to install chips into human brains.

Everybody has a messianic project of radical change. Everybody feels entitled to correct God’s creation.

Billions of people need to be fixed by brain implants. Nothing can be left as-is, unmessed-with.

What can possibly go wrong with this plan?

There’s a mouse in my office. First, I screamed like a banshee, and now I’m afraid to go back in there. I have no idea what it is I’m afraid of since the mouse is tiny but it’s terrifying.

Imagine discussions on entrepreneurship where people would demand respect for their perspective based on how many businesses they drove into the ground. Or discussions on education driven by people who flunked out of 5 colleges. Or on how to save money where people with $60,000 in credit card would condescendingly lecture those with none.

This doesn’t happen in any area of life except dating. It’s extraordinary how many people think that their constant failures entitle them to lecture everybody else. “You have no idea how bad things are! Men / women are terrible.”

No, my friend, it’s not “society” that’s causing your problem. You are causing your problem. I’m only saying it because I was also like this. Then I found the courage to admit that it wasn’t low-quality men who were causing issues but me. Immediately after that, I found great personal happiness.

By the way, I’m also a person who flunked out of two colleges and had a lot of credit card debt. I lay no claim to anything remotely resembling perfection. But I do lay claim to knowing that you can spend the rest of your life whining about how unfair everything is or you can leave this pastime to others.

John Marrs writes thrillers about serial killers, and there’s usually a social critique aspect to his novels. The Good Samaritan is probably the grimmest of his books, offering not a glimmer of hope in its depiction of human vileness. If you want to read something engrossing, fast-paced, and utterly depressing, this is the perfect novel for you.

The Good Samaritan is about a murderous psychopath named Laura who uses her job at a suicide hotline to convince unstable people to kill themselves. There are echoes of the euthanasia debate in the novel, and altogether it’s a metaphor for the poisonous effects of empathy when taken to the extreme. Laura embodies the kind of toxic femininity that destroys men and corrupts any form of male-female relationship. She is so successful because the way we have set up our institutions favors the self-deluded smugness of women like Laura. She’s only one of the shitty women in the novel, and the interactions between well-meaning but weak men and enraged, nasty women make for disturbing reading.

Something bizarre is happening with journalism. Look at this article in Chicago Tribune:

This woman, who is supposed to symbolize the dire poverty of illegal migrants, is wearing a $400 Apple watch. Was it so hard to find a picture of a person who uses Medicaid and who isn’t decked out in expensive technology?

And it’s every photo these days. Every photo I come across in the mainstream press has some large gaffe. Obese victims of starvation, indigent mothers in fancy wearables. The journalists aren’t even trying any more.

Also, it’s curious how all of a sudden the narrative that illegal migrants don’t use welfare has been abandoned. What’s next, we’ll finally discover that there aren’t 11 million of them in the country but several times more?

This is Russian drone manufacturing. Look at the size of the drones:

They unleash hundreds of these on civilians every night.

I’m very glad that Trump finally understood that these people don’t want peace. It’s absolute nuttery to expect them to stop killing of their own free will.

The young women today who are upset that men don’t approach them aren’t the same women who decided any approach was harassment in 2015. We don’t all attend an annual bitch conference.

— Cartoons Hate Her! (@CartoonsHateHer) July 19, 2025

With all due respect, how come I, a very middle-aged, not particularly slender woman who looks every minute of her age, keep getting approached, complimented, and engaged with by flirtatious men in all age groups while these young women complain that this doesn’t happen anymore?

Have they stopped to consider that if they don’t get approached it’s not because all women have that problem but because it’s they specifically who don’t get approached?

Throughout human history there have been women who might look fantastic but can’t get a date in the midst of a male prison. We’ve all known such women. It’s not a societal issue but a stupidly physiological one.

Klara and I overheard a conversation where a woman expressed a wish to have been born male.

“I don’t get it,” I told Klara. “Being a woman is the best. We never have to carry any heavy stuff, and we can give birth to babies. Plus, we get the best clothes. And we don’t have to shave our faces every day. Or ever.”

“Yes,” said Klara with a passionate conviction. “And we don’t have to stand in a group and spit on the ground to see if our spit freezes before reaching soil and compete in whose spit freezes faster.”

I thought this sounded a little too specific but it turns out that this is what boys do on the playground in winter.

The number of rapes in England and Wales went from a little over 8,000 in year 2000 to over 70,000 in 2024.

One would assume that such horror would be a major topic of study, discussion, and public policy efforts. And that the whole society would come together to see what’s causing the sudden rape epidemic.

Curiously, ChatGPT vehemently denies that this is true. But if you ask for the numbers, it gives these actual numbers. I feel like I’m trying to rape the poor AI bot with my efforts to pry the truth out of its leftist jaws.