Imagine, you are a mother, you have children. They are little bits of yourself that in a majestically mysterious way continue your life and the life of mankind itself. This is the unbreakable law of existence. All other laws, regulations and expectations can perish. Culture, words, thought itself can fall by. But this law will remain. It will exist for as long as at least one man and one woman inhabit the world. Beware of breaking this law. Many things can be forgiven you but this one will not.

Volodymyr Vynnychenko, The Diary of a Snub-nosed Mephistopheles (1916)

I have to be at yet another profoundly humiliating anti-racist trainings in a week. I so don’t want to go that I suffered a bad ankle injury and am now on crutches. First, I got COVID, now I’m a cripple. By the time the anti-racism fad subsides, I’ll cut myself up into ribbons to avoid these struggle sessions.

Horrible people do veer towards each other. I don’t want to imagine the amount of evil these two pieces of garbage will do together.

On the positive side, they won’t procreate. On the negative, they might decide to purchase a baby.

First, I threw away a bottle of perfume because it stank and I thought it had gone off because of the heat.

Then, I tried my favorite ice cream, and it tasted like sewer. That made me realize it was probably COVID playing tricks on me.

This is a different strain of COVID than before. I haven’t lost taste or smell completely. They are gone selectively, so it’s harder to spot.

By the way, folks, it’s not just this blog. Everywhere on social media, when you publish anything in English about the Russian bombing of Okhmatdyt, the post immediately gets spammed by bots posing as “pro-Palestinian.” They very clearly and obviously have no interest or knowledge about the Middle East and clearly get paid by the post.

I don’t know why they are trying so hard. The Biden administration already announced that it has zero interest. Nobody cares. We are too white for Western media to give a hoot. And so are you, the person reading it and feeling upset at what I just said.

Only 3 children died during the Okhmatdyt cancer hospital bombing. Ukraine is a Western country, so children are cherished and not thrown away like rags.

Here, for instance, is Oleh Holubchenko, a heroic Ukrainian doctor who was hit by an explosion wave as he was operating on a child, yet he kept his cool & moved the child onto a handheld ventilator. The child survived. And the doctor went outside to participate in a rescue operation while bleeding from his injuries:

The problem is that there’s no other hospital that can treat these children as effectively. Israel offered to treat the ones who are sick right now, and that’s very good. Western countries need to band together and support each other. But many families will not be able to afford to live in Israel long-term while the treatment takes place.

The destruction of Okhmatdyt is a tragedy that will have repercussions for years to come.

Charles Murray says that, at the age of 81, with effort he’s good for an hour of work each day:

I omitted an important point when I posted that I can intellectually resemble myself at age 50 only for about an hour a day. When I was 50, I was good for only about three hours max for first draft–a common upper limit for writers, in my experience. So I'm happy with an hour a… https://t.co/vMPyDwm0bT

— Charles Murray (@charlesmurray) July 9, 2024

It’s an evidence of an extraordinary brain to be able to write for an hour a day at that age. Murray is very lucky, and we are all fortunate to have him.

My life brings me into contact with wonderful people. Like when I lost my phone in Spain, and a bunch of people were helping in touching, sweet ways. Or when people worked into the night completely for free editing out the mistakes in my Ukrainian book. Even people in HR – the last group you’d suspect of excessive humanity – broke rules and put themselves on the line out of kindness. Or the Canadian COVID enforcer who broke down and removed the draconian rules when I told her my father was dying.

I keep finding that people are generally good and caring. I travel quite a bit, and everywhere I come across human goodness.

This is why I can’t comprehend, I just can’t comprehend how somebody – a person, supposedly, a human being made in the likeness, etc – aims a rocket at a children’s cancer hospital, and then another human being aims a rocket at a maternity ward, and another at a daycare, and another, and another, and another, and another. Not crazed savages but civilized people like us. And not a faraway cancer hospital or maternity ward but that of their closest neighbors they visited a million times who look like them and speak like them, and as God is my witness, I can’t understand it.

A small reminder that trying to make this post about yourself is not a manifestation of that human kindness I’m talking about.

People complaining to the authorities about professors who wear Palestinian scarves seem to be completely oblivious to the fact that tomorrow every Muslim student will claim that female professors who aren’t wearing burqas are insulting them, and then what are they going to do?

Students either should or shouldn’t be able to control the teachers’ clothing. If we start going down the road where such control on the grounds of “discomfort” is fine, we’ll all end up in a very unpleasant place.

Snowflakery of the highest caliber is what this is. Policing people’s text messages, writing complaints to college administrators over professor’s sartorial choices – what a disgrace.

This is not a fake headline. It actually happens. One strategy is to identify students who started the application process online and then quit or people who accessed the college’s webpage and used the search box. What qualifications these people have or whether they are even literate matters not a whit. It’s all about growth. Growth, growth, growth. Numbers. That these numbers create gigantic holes in a college’s budget serves as no deterrent. Growth always wins even though it’s an utter fiction.