I saw that there are anti-lockdown protests in China. Can’t wait to see how Washington Post will make the case that the Chinese protesters are Nazis.

The US still requires non-citizens to show vaccine passports at the border. This creates all sorts of delays because people don’t know this.

“You have no idea what much the airport workers hate this,” an airport worker told me.

As everything COVID-related, this makes no sense. A passport doesn’t protect you from spreading COVID. It’s all stupid theater.

Since everybody is talking about Nick Fuentes, I want to tell a little story about him.

Nick Fuentes is a neo-Nazi. Not a rhetorical one (and I hate having to make these disclaimers but the word has been robbed of its meaning) but a real one. A Holocaust denier, a Jew-hater, all that.

Fuentes was always a Putin groupie, chanting “Putin! Putin!” at his poorly attended meetups.

Then Putin announced that Russia invaded Ukraine to fight Nazis. (Since then, the narrative changed, and currently Russians are fighting satanists in Ukraine).

But what a conundrum for poor, silly Fuentes! If Putin is against Nazis, and Nazis are in Ukraine… then should Fuentes be for Ukraine? And against Putin? Unthinkable! Plus, Zelensky is a Jew, and that makes things even more complicated for Fuentes’s undeveloped intellect.

One of favorite things to do has always been taking walks in the evening, looking at lights in the houses, and imagining how happy and cozy people inside were.

This simple joy has been taken away from me because now I can only think about Ukrainians, sitting in the dark and shivering with cold.

Another favorite thing was looking at the sky. I love the sky, I even had dreams where I’d stare at the sky and feel immense joy and peace.

This is also now gone. In my dreams the sky now rains bombs and everything explodes and burns around me.

It’s weird to talk about innocence at my age but I feel that I had a lot of it, and now it’s gone. I can’t unsee what I’ve seen, even though it was only on a screen. With tragic events, at least with time you process them and somehow narrate them to yourself in a way that brings a measure of comfort but with this war it’s something even worse every day.

I’m walking wounded, leaving a trail of blood behind me.

Today is Holodomor Remembrance Day. Ninety years have gone by, and Russians are once again genociding Ukrainians while some pouty Westerners are once again making excuses because they have once again projected their fantasies onto Russia.

At a Tim Hortons in the Laurentians, I tried to order in French. I practiced, and to me my short speech sounded just fine.

But the cafe workers looked at me with compassion and switched into a very tortured English.

“Have you brushed your teeth?” I asked Klara.

“Well, I brushed them a lot in my past,” she said. “My past is literally filled with teeth getting brushed.”

America is the light of the world, literally and figuratively. I’m very proud and thankful. Such great people, such a wonderful country.

Klara’s class voted on their favorite stories. The result was a draw between Romeo and Juliet and a story called “I Lost My Tooth.”

My Nigerian GA is applying for a PhD program in the US. He’s been with us for a year, and he seemed very smart but now I’m discovering that he’s learned nothing. His name is Adebowale but he’s putting “Gabriel” on his applications instead. If you’ve studied in the US for a year and you still haven’t figured out that Adebowale beats Gabriel on a college application, I’m starting to wonder about your powers of observation.