I expressed an opinion on social media that Governor Pritzker is not a good governor, and immediately an overheated Democrat showed up to tell me that I shouldn’t have opinions since I wasn’t born here. It’s hilarious that the only time I hear that I should shut up because I’m an immigrant is when I talk to Democrats. The only immigrants they like keep silent while cleaning the toilet and mowing the lawn. Mouthy, opinionated immigrants offend their sensibilities because we don’t need to be rescued and patronized.

In any case, here is my springtime decor which is consoling me for the silliness of engaging with fanatical Pritzker supporters.

I don’t understand what people mean by “see.” When I close my eyes, I obviously don’t see anything. Because my eyes are closed. The only thing to see with my eyes closed is to fall asleep and have dreams.

Do they mean they can conjure a visual with their imagination? I can, kind of, but it’s not going to be isolated objects and I definitely need my eyes to be open.

I had a very busy day, plus I had to take my car to the mechanic.

Finally, at 8:30 pm I go on social media to see what is happening in the world and discover that America is in the midst of yet another scandal about “racist comments.”

Did anything else of note happen because I can’t plow my way through the waves of all this outrage?

“Please give me the names of leading Hispanic thinkers who are currently living,” I asked the AI. It gave me a list where half of the people are dead, half are not remotely Hispanic, and 100% are mega woke.

“Please give me the names of leading Hispanic thinkers who are currently living, actually Hispanic and not left-wing,” I insisted.

The AI gave me a different list, consisting of one transhumanist, two Communist Jews in the US, one  African (not Afro-Hispanic but an actual African), and two non-binary activists.

Does anybody have suggestions about some names of the most important Hispanic thinkers of our times? I need people who are alive, not past thinkers. Spain and Latin America included.

I have two videos for you today. The first has me in a very pretty necklace which is typically Galician. It’s made out of iron but it looks and feels cloudy and light. The video also has a funny story about sexy Legos that oppress non-binary people in London and my discussion of Trump’s statements about Gaza:

The second video has me in the same necklace talking about the corruption scandal in the US. Why both channels use goofy photos of Trump is a mystery.

I did tame what people on a recent show referred to as my “Yeti hair”. I actually loved my Yeti hair but apparently it distracted from the message.

People are asking why I dislike Soros more than Musk. I’m not a Musk groupie, and there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s as globalist and transhumanist as any oligarch. But it’s undeniable that I dislike Soros more, and here’s why.

Soros has done an enormous lot to destroy the nation-state. He openly stated that this was his goal, and he dedicated decades of his life to the dogged pursuit of this goal. Elon Musk hasn’t done anything that weakens the nation-state. I’m sure he’d like to, at least in some ways. But intention is nothing to me, as I mentioned many times. I only care about results.  At this point in time, right now, today, Soros is destroying the nation-state model and Musk is strengthening it. We still have to be very wary about Musk but I can’t condemn intentions as much as real, obvious and impactful actions.

In short, Soros is hurting my cause and Musk is helping it. That’s why I react differently to them.

The way my brain works, I sometimes get confused and hassled about very basic things. For example, today I need to figure out fast of I could do an appearance at 7pm Kyiv time. In the moment, I had zero understanding of when that was and was experiencing brain fog. So I asked the AI, and woe betide me. Here’s the response:

All I wanted was to know the time, and this is what it did to me.

It has become clear why Belarus has failed so badly in its efforts to remove the dictator Lukashenka:

In the photos, we see the leader of the Belarusian opposition Sviatlana Tsikhanouskaya with the Soros family. I’ve long said that the Belarusian opposition is almost as weird as the Russian. Turns out they are both owned by the Soroses. No wonder these have been the most ineffective oppositions in the world.

When the economic crash came to Ireland in 2008, things got tough. Businesses collapsed, building projects were left to rot, people cracked under the pressure. But the economic part is not the worst. Money can be figured out. It’s the other, non-tangible costs of the fluid way of being that are the hardest.

Paul Murray’s novel The Bee Sting tells about the costs of fluidity that lie far outside of the economic realm. The 650-page book is so well-constructed that I didn’t figure out what the author was driving at and how everything was going to come together into a coherent message until the last pages. I was worried to the very end Murray wasn’t going to pull it off but he did, and I’m majorly impressed. Reader zinemin who recommended the novel gets my deepest gratitude. I’ve waited for a real, serious anti-neoliberal novel in English for years, and finally it came. Ireland rules.

The novel tells about the Barnes family, mom, dad, an 18-year-old daughter, and a 12-year-old son. Mom, dad, and daughter are so completely absorbed in the burning issue of whom to bed that they don’t notice that everything is collapsing around them. With the greatest patience and humor, Murray shows what it looks like when people turn sex into an idol and worship at its altar. As mother, father, and sister stumble around in their sexual haze, predators, wokesters, crooks, and pedophiles swarm, eager to feast on the carrion of a rotting family.

Family, which is the Great Unchosen, is the only hope of survival amidst the battering flows of uncertainty. Will the Barneses figure this out in time? Will we? Or are we going to sacrifice what matters to our fascination with chasing after freedom and choices?

Murray smashes us right against these crucial questions, the most important ones we can ask ourselves. Is duty more important than feeding our incessant wants? What is more likely to bring happiness and peace, doing what’s right or following our whims? As he leads us towards the answers, Murray pokes fun at woke gender-fluid brats, climate whisperers, pretentious professors, and silly college girls who buy into leftist fads. He also offers a nuanced and brave depiction of homosexuality, both male and female.

Often an author knows how to write well but has absolutely nothing to say. Joyce Maynard is a great example. But Murray not only writes brilliantly, he has tons to say about stuff that really matters. He’s a major talent, and I’m shaking with joy that I found this author.