it’s crazy to me when women thirst over hockey players of all athletes. the sport with the most hotness per capita is obviously basketball. even football players are hotter, they usually have all their teeth at least.

— julia (@eathedocument) January 24, 2026

This person is talking crazy. Hockey is the only sexy sport.

I’m babysitting today for the kids of a friend who has been illegally in the country for 15 years. The entire time I’ve known her I’ve begged her to get legalized. Or to go home. But it is all part of a bizarre relationship she has with the father of her children. Like for a very large percentage of illegal immigrants, it would have been the greatest mercy and the most wonderful thing if somebody had sent her back home to Canada when she first started on this illegal journey. She’s now 34, completely dependent on this absolute douche of her boyfriend who owns her like a slave master. The moment she misbehaves, he’ll shop her out to ICE and find a newer version of her to cook and clean for him. And he’ll keep the kids, of course.

People’s brains are infected with choice theory and they honestly think that every illegal in the country is benefitting from being here.

Instead of going in circles and repeating the same thing, let’s look at this from a different angle. People want neoliberalism so badly that they are willing to lay down their lives for it. They are willing to accept the most terrible forms of torture for it. Here is an example:

Leftist women are conditioned with some next-level chooran.

Writer at ‘The Nation’, a left magazine was gang-raped by 6 men yet she didn’t report them to police because she is principally against the concept of police and prison 🙃🙃 pic.twitter.com/ll7A26X02T

— Monica Verma (@TrulyMonica) January 25, 2026

Being gang raped for 6 hours is something that a neoliberal subject uses to develop her personal brand and to monetize. It doesn’t get any clearer than this. You’ll have to tear the gang rapists, the Somali “learing centers” and all the rest of it from her cold dead hands. She loves all of it and she won’t let it go. She’s not experiencing “suicidal empathy.” This woman’s world has no empathy in it at all. She’s in the business of monetizing the emotions we leak as we recoil from the story in horror.

When we see welfare become a criminalized free-for-all, when cities turn into shantytown dumps, when the middle class remains a distant memory and child-bearing is enthroned as class privilege, let’s remember that this came about because people passionately wanted it. Let’s remember that they wanted it so badly that some of them went into the streets and laid down their lives for it. And they wouldn’t do it if alongside with everything it takes away it didn’t give them something so big, so enjoyable that no sacrifice would be too small.

Another story has dropped of a #MeToo-inspired destruction of a guy with a fancy job. It’s only men (and extremely rarely women) with coveted jobs that are targeted by #MeTootery because nobody else attracts the eager whoredom of #MeTootie victims.

Asher was a star: the acclaimed author of four novels, including the internationally best-selling Thirteen Reasons Why, which had been adapted into a hit Netflix show that was about to release its second season…

Asher has never been formally accused, in any forum, of harassing or harming a woman—nor ever investigated, let alone found guilty, for such an offense. But he has lost pretty much everything—not just his identity as an author but his agent, his publisher, his livelihood, and his reputation. His marriage is over. He’s been virtually unemployable since it happened, he says (do an internet search for his name and you’ll understand why) and his life savings are gone.

https://www.thefp.com/p/how-metoo-destroyed-the-author-of

Asher didn’t harass anybody. He didn’t act violently towards any woman. What he did do was have an affair with a woman on whom he cheated with a bunch of other women while cheating with all of them on his wife. In short, he treated women like disposable toilets for decades until one of the toilets finally shat back on him. They all deeply deserve each other.

The idea that women crave being ejaculated into and discarded has proven to be a lie. Who could have possibly guessed? Asher violated the gods of consent by fibbing to his mistresses. I don’t know if he’s learned anything from this but if he did, I hope it’s that consent is a terrible guide to morality.

The problem is that we still collectively can’t say this honestly. Instead, we throw around accusations of rape and harassment. It’s the general dishonesty of our sexual philosophy as a society that caused #MeToo. Women like Asher’s mistresses, of whom he had about a platoon-sized troop, pretended to “just want sex”, and Asher pretended to believe them and never asked himself why none of these women “just wanted sex” with any married janitors or unemployed guys. Neither he nor they deserve compassion. They play these stupid games and we are all on the hook because we are the ones who have to sit through endless harassment trainings when we all live in extremely faithful, happy marriages.

Wow, people, whuuut? The Chagos deal is off? How could I possibly have missed this?

Keir Starmer has withdrawn legislation to hand the Chagos Islands to Mauritius after criticism from Trump and warnings it could breach a 1966 UK-US treaty guaranteeing British sovereignty.

Source: The Telegraph pic.twitter.com/xVEPXKpKEy

— Clash Report (@clashreport) January 23, 2026

Trump did good. This deal was an abomination.

I’ve seen five trillion reports on something rude Trump said about the British army but I didn’t see this excellent news on Trump forcing out of existence a deal to hand over British-controlled lands.

People urgently need to do some soul-searching as to why they value words over actions. Forget Trump. This is a blight on any life project if it’s based on worshipping words and disregarding action.

Two places are filled to the brim on the eve of a promised winter storm: the gym and the grocery store. I visited both and came home to make a diabetic fish stew: no potatoes, no rice, no roux. Fish, kale, and Bangkok spices.

This is the first normal winter we are having in 17 years here. Normal winter temperatures that you associate with Illinois. And it even snowed more than once.

I remember when I was pregnant with Klara, I wore the exact same clothes and shoes the whole pregnancy which culminated in February. I was glad not to have to spend money on maternity boots but it felt weird to wear a summer getup in February. It only snowed once that winter and that was the day before she was born, making the drive to the clinic for high-high-risk pregnancies very entertaining.

Do you have advice for a first-time cat owner?

Before anybody freaks, please remember that nobody, including me, thought I’d be a good driver. And I’m an excellent driver. I love driving and always invent new routes to get in and out of state, even if they take much longer because I love being in my car. The point being that I can be good in very unexpected arenas.

A woman in Canada was euthanized because she was unwell and it bored her husband to have to take care of her. There was no place in a hospice for her and, in spite of the woman not wanting this, she was put to death.

Remember what I keep saying about healthcare collapsing when there’s no nation-state? This is what it looks like. It starts with the very elderly because it’s easier to get people to accept getting rid of them. But it doesn’t stop there. Inconvenient people who require effort and can’t be farmed for utility get swapped out for newer, healthier models. Don’t get old or sick, is the lesson.

This case is causing no outrage. We have traveled far down the road of normalizing the elimination of inconvenient people given that only a few years ago the case of a man who disconnected his comatose wife from life support to please a new bit on the side did shock people and at least provoked a discussion. In that case, the wife was not conscious and was not asking to be spared death. We are now at the stage when a person says. “Please don’t kill me” but she still gets killed because she’s a burden.

LMAO. Libs in Minneapolis are currently standing outside a hotel in -15 degree weather banging pots and playing instruments to keep JD Vance from sleeping inside his hotel.

Little do they know, JD Vance landed back in D.C. 5 hours ago. 🤣 pic.twitter.com/bya43QZQZc

— johnny maga (@_johnnymaga) January 23, 2026

This is very symbolic of what the Left always ends up doing. They think they are punishing some rich dude who isn’t even there but instead they punish a bunch of innocent working folks who haven’t done anything at all to deserve it.

The smartest kid in my class in the USSR was (as I know now but had no way of knowing back then) autistic. He was a very weird boy who spent half the class time sitting under a desk and quietly singing strange songs of his own making. Then he’d emerge from under the desk and stun the teacher into complete silence by delivering a mini-lecture on logarithms or something equally obscure.

This was a small, scrawny kid with a perpetually runny nose who would hang off a bar in gym, unable to do a single push-up. He was the last to enter puberty long after the other boys started shaving and talked in deep voices.

But the funny thing is that the other boys worshipped this kid. He was invited to every birthday party. He was never bullied. Once a hulking dudebro type from a neighboring trade school tried picking on this kid at the stadium where we all went for PE and all our boys rushed the dudebro in a stampede to protect the tiny, weird classmate.

He didn’t seem to need people much but the other boys always flocked to him. I’d see them smoking and drinking beer behind the school building while the weird kid talked about his logarithms, and they were all listening to him in grim but respectful silence.

Ours was a weird school. We had kids from the families of the Soviet elite who were ultra privileged and wealthy. We had students from the most prole area of town, children of alcoholics and convicts. And we had people like me, from the educated but perennially poor intelligentsia. Breaking these class barriers within the school was utterly impossible. Except for the autistic boy who was loved by every social group.

This boy was legit a genius. He became the director of the School of Pharmaceutical Sciences at a ridiculously young age. Last I heard, he was pulling huge research grants and had many patents for his inventions.