More Kushner

There’s a WSJ article (paywalled, unfortunately) which explains why the Trump “peace plan” for Ukraine sucks so badly. Guess who’s back and is drawing up these insane “deals” on behalf of the administration?

Yes, it’s Jared Kushner. This is all about siphoning even more money to stupid Kushner.

It’s Trump’s administration 1 all over again. We haven’t even been able to get rid of Kushner since then. Like he hasn’t done enough damage already.

But at least Trump is publishing boisterous tweets. That should be enough, right?

Maybe I shouldn’t see any more news until Christmas.

Women Shortage

An acquaintance’s son couldn’t get paired up until past 40. Finally, he managed to find a woman. She announced from the start that she’s willing to give birth but other than that she’s not planning to do anything. She doesn’t cook or clean, even on the most basic level. She’s not getting a job. But yes, she did give birth to two children and now believes that her duty to the family is complete.

There’s only one place (that I know of) in North America where this story raises no eyebrows because the shortage of women interested in marriage is acute.

The Season Started

And the obligatory yearly picture of the first snow of the season is here:

I’ve been feeling very Christmassy since Thanksgiving, and today’s unexpected snow helps solidify the feeling. Yesterday we did our Christmas tradition of going to the movies. I wore green, Klara wore pink, and we saw Wicked 2. I liked the sequel a lot more than the first part. The music is very unimpressive in the sequel but Wicked 2 is a lot less didactic than the original. Even Hollywood seems tired of wokeness.

Merry Christmas season, everybody!

Strange Happenings

The airspace over… Venezuela??

Erm, what?

Slow on the Uptake

For the first two years of N’s local job, we refused his company’s offer of a free Sam’s Club membership. It seemed very unnecessary because all the exact same stuff is available at Walmart across the road from Sam’s. Nobody was kind enough to explain. Then we figured it out.

A Big Text Message

The new priest texted me to ask if there is gender propaganda in public schools in Illinois.

I’m a little baffled by the magnitude of the task of how to compress it all into a text message.

Ugly Poem

This is a poem that is assigned to my 16-year-old niece in Canada:

Ugly, outdated, and plain weird is what it is.

The Barbie drama of women over the age of eighty is incomprehensible to today’s teenagers. Why the neuroses of great- grandmas are being inflicted on the young is never explained.

That’s All They’ve Got

Democrats are having another completely normal one by claiming that Americans who dare step outside deserve to be murdered by terrorists:

The idea that the terrorist would have decided to behave in law-abiding, peaceful ways if these specific victims weren’t outdoors is nothing short of bizarre. Doesn’t it make more sense to assume that he would have shot somebody else? Of course, sense and The Atlantic parted ways a very long time ago.

The sheer intellectual poverty of these predictable, cookie-cutter arguments is painful to observe. Liberalism has turned into a prison of the mind where no actual thinking, reading, and creativity is allowed to happen.

Book Notes: Happy Like Murderers by Gordon Burn

Gordon Burn is a talented author. He makes his investigation of the crimes of the British serial killers Fred and Rose West read like real literature. His writing is so good it’s addictive.

The beauty of the writing somewhat delays the realization of what Burn is actually saying. He describes the British people as the most disgusting, nasty perverts in existence. It’s not only Fred and Rose West who are the baddies in this story. It’s the entire British society and culture of the last 200 years, at the very least. Every English family Burn describes is filled with incestuous freaks of the worst caliber. People rape children, including infants, as a matter of course. Every British family, be it urban or rural, is inbred to a shocking degree. The girls all whore themselves out starting before they even hit puberty. Mothers rape sons. Fathers rape daughters. And sons. And grandchildren.

In Burn’s description, Fred and Rose West don’t stand out all that much. They took their debauchery a bit further and ended up actually killing people but, after all the detailed descriptions of endlessly debauched Brits, it’s not very surprising that the Wests were who they were. It gets to the point where Burns tries to blame the Victorian culture for Fred West’s crimes in the 1970s and 1980s. Granted, West couldn’t read and had no way of knowing about Victorians but Burn still insists that there had to be a way for West to find inspiration for his murders in the Victorian era.

The horrible, shocking scenes of child rape are so nauseating that by the end of chapter 5 I started wondering if inflicting a Great Replacement on these evil English people might actually be a good idea. Burns hints at this possibility as he sets the inbred, rapey horrors of Englishmen against the background of kind, righteous and religious migrants.

I thought I was reading a book about serial killers. But it turned out to be something even darker.

Intelligent and Talented

And by the way, when I say that somebody is intelligent and / or talented, this has nothing whatsoever to do with whether I agree or disagree with them. It’s actually a mark of low IQ to equate intelligence with “something I’m capable of understanding”. Intelligence is in the sophistication of the discursive architecture. It’s in the speed of reacting to the holes in another person’s argument. It’s in the capacity to articulate one’s own original worldview. It’s simply having a faster processor than most. What software you download onto that fast processor is an entirely different matter.

Talent is a capacity to do something uniquely well. What you apply it to is a choice. But the existence of talent itself isn’t.

You can have both or either of these attributes and be very wrong on many issues. High-IQ people can choose to accumulate knowledge. They can also choose not to. They’ll still be high-IQ, irrespective of how they decide to apply their God-given gift.

When I say that Candace Owens is a moron (or plays one for clicks, who knows), it’s not because I agree or disagree with any of her points. It’s because the arguments she puts forward are those of a person with under-80 IQ. “Two people who confessed to listening to Chopin at different points in history must be related” is a clinical moron argument.