A man who was arrested on suspicion of capital murder is alleged to have beheaded the manager of a Dallas motel and left the victim’s head in a trash bin, court records obtained Thursday show.

When authorities took Yordanis Cobos-Martinez into custody Wednesday, he was covered in blood and armed with the machete he is accused of using to kill Chandra Nagamallaiah, 50, according to an affidavit in support of an arrest warrant.

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/man-accused-beheading-dallas-motel-manager-told-not-use-broken-washing-rcna230705

There had been many efforts to remove Cobos-Martínez from the country because he was here illegally. He had a final order of removal but ICE released him back into society because Cobos-Martínez’s native country of Cuba refused to take him back.

In front of the victim’s wife and son

Cobos-Martinez kicked Nagamallaiah’s head into the parking lot, then picked it up and put it in a dumpster.

I would now like to hear from our liberal readers. What, in your opinion, should have been done when, following every due process guarantee, Cobos-Martínez refused to leave the country and Cubs refused to take him? What should have been done?

How does your worldview suggest authorities should proceed in these cases?

This is the great triumph of any ideology and for this ideology it is total: to pass for morality itself. Or even better: to be, in the eyes of a given society, the whole of morality and indistinguishable from it.

– Renaud Camus, Enemy of the Disaster

When ideology substitutes morality, it becomes possible for people to celebrate a political assassination and wish death on those who express opinions they don’t share.

I was asked yesterday what unity looks like in a nation-state. It’s strange that one has to explain since we all lived in nation-states until very recently. But I can repeat that national unity is formed by fostering emotional attachment to the symbols of the nation, the shared narrative of its history, and the shared veneration for a list of cultural, political, artistic, and military figures associated with the nation state. The flag, the anthem, the national sports team, the museum, the archive. The language, the literature, the music, the shared narrative of history.

Few things are as algorithmic and have been described as exhaustively as nation-building.

Here’s a popular meme in Ukraine. Stare at the black dot in the picture for 20 seconds and then stare at the ceiling. You’ll see the flag of Ukraine.

That’s national unity. People want to see the flag of their nation on the ceiling. They are flooded with warm, fuzzy feelings in response to seeing the flag.

The way this whole way of life gets dismantled is with the idea that since you haven’t chosen this flag, this story, this anthem, and this place, it’s a limitation on the most important thing which is your freedom. You start going down the road of choosey, consumerist, ego-flattering freedom, and it’s mega enjoyable. There’s no responsibility for anything and to anyone. No ties, no unchosen emotions. You move through, extracting value, gorging yourself on it, and moving on from the consequences.

It’s all great fun. Until you are the roadkill from which value was extracted before leaving you by the side of the road. Most people imagine they’ll be the wrecking crew. Instead, they’ll be roadkill.

I suggest starting in the place where the word “unchosen” feels like something negative when the things we love most in life are usually exactly that.

Have you tried explaining furries and GAMPs to normies? It feels like a cruelty because they look very scared.

I wish I watched mainstream TV news. I wonder how they are explaining this to viewers.

I’m reading the novel Contra natura by the Spanish writer Álvaro Pombo. It’s his magnum opus about homosexuality. The novel is good (although not an easy read for a hetero woman) and it made me think of current events.

All of this transgender furries stuff is supposed to be the purview of men who are too old to get aroused without increasingly exotic forms of stimulation. For 22-year-old men, it really shouldn’t be that hard to get aroused. It should be the most natural thing in the world. It’s later on, with age, when people can no longer get there without additional effort that some (obviously, not everybody) start exploring fetishes and all that stuff.

In any documentary about the kink circles filmed 20 years ago or earlier, you’d see that everybody is well-worn. These are people who wore out their bodies and can’t get them to function without additional effort. The only fresh-faced 20-year-olds there would be prostitutes.

Something went really wrong on a purely physical level for such very young men to need so much additional stimulation to get going. Without years of hard drugs, even 50 is way too young. In Pombo’s gay novel, it’s the 65-year-old character who has this problem while 25-year-old guys can’t even comprehend what he’s doing and why.

I’m not saying that every 65-year-old will have a severe problem like this. A certain kind of lifestyle tends to lead in this direction. But there’s definitely no reason for 20-year-old guys to be furries. Impotence did not used to be a young man’s problem.

I watched a whole video on how to fold fitted sheets. After watching the video, I realized that this is how I will be tortured in hell. I ended up packing the stupid things into a see-through bag in which a large blanket used to live.

After hours spent organizing the linens closet, my watch is telling me it’s OK to end the workout now because I’m overdoing the intensity of my exercise. Cleaning is such a waste of time. Yes, I now have a perfectly organized linens closet. But what about everything else? By the time I clean other parts of the house, the linens closet will be a mess again.

Everybody grieves in their own way. If Charlie Kirk’s widow needs to film herself crying by the casket, then she should. One truly never knows how grief will manifest. The mind enters a survival mode and works out its own way to process. It’s not going to be the same way for everyone.

There was a reader on this blog some time ago. A great, very active reader. But in the spring of 2014, only a few months after my son’s death, she decided that she knew exactly how parents of stillborn babies needed to grieve. It’s ok to have an opinion, especially when you haven’t been touched by a certain kind of tragedy yourself, but she started to deploy her opinion at me very insistently. It was actually quite embarrassing to watch.

Albert Camus described precisely this bovine conviction that one’s emotional response is the correct one in his novel The Stranger.

Ten years old.

His high school classmate says Tyler was “a Reddit kid.” Internet obsessed.

And yes, he’s a murderer. A terrible person.

But it’s still sad.

A woman got out of her jeep at a gas station at midnight and was screaming and wailing into the phone, completely freaking out, saying that her son had been arrested for assault and it was completely unfair, he never could have done it.

I wondered if the son had inherited his temperament from her because she was acting scary and I wouldn’t put an assault past her.