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Tucker Carlson is low-hanging fruit these days but he publishes this today:
And people come to his comments with links to articles from months and months ago with the FBI commenting on everything that was found about Crooks’s voluminous online activity.
Poor dude is just making it up as he goes these days.
OK, and what? Crowds of people today are refusing to buy such houses and are holding out for mansions? What is the point of such posts?
I’m very much opposed to unthinking Boomer bashing but such posts reek of older-person entitlement.
Also, I think it’s vulgar to lecture people who can’t afford a house if you are in excellent economic circumstances. Their reality is completely unknown to you, so maybe sit it out for a change. I love Charles Murray and deeply respect his work but he’s exhibiting Margaret Atwood levels of cluelessness here.
In regards to the recently released Epstein emails, I want to remind everybody about Michelle Jones, a woman who beat her own 4-year-old child to death. After she was released from jail, Jones applied to Harvard for a PhD. Harvard rejected her, and we were all treated to weeks of weepy articles about how unfair that was.
Larry Summers refers to this case in one of his emails to Epstein:
Let’s never go back to that era because it was a very crazy place to be.
I feel this hard:
I’m not in the least surprised. Only those who work in education know that there is a large number of people who will never be able to conduct this type of operation. Everybody else isn’t allowed to know this.
It’s not such people’s fault any more as my eye color is mine. It’s completely physiological and cannot be remediated. We are torturing such people because we decided that intellectual capacity is a moral and not a physical category. They don’t need remediation or college. They need good jobs and dignified lives.
I don’t know what postliberal means but if it stands for “completely over liberalism in its every flavor and permutation” then OK, I’m that.
After listening to Trump’s interview with Laura Ingraham which contained a major walk back on his signature issue of immigration, I believe Trump has reached his ceiling.
Trump achieved an enormous lot. He completely changed the political landscape, and for many years to come, future politicians will address Trump’s ideas and define themselves in relation to things he brought into the conversation.
There’s been enormous positive change. Nobody was even talking about the really important issues back in 2015, before Trump started his first campaign. Today’s young people are losing interest in fluid identities and are looking angrily at the oldsters who stole normalcy and offered freakdom instead.
We should be very thankful to Trump but also start considering our next steps. This is only the beginning. The next stage is very important. It won’t come from Trump unless he does one of his aboutfaces and rapidly quits being the infinity migration champion we saw in yesterday’s interview.
Let’s continue undaunted, give thanks were deserved, and look to the future with calm confidence.
Here’s a huge life hack for the sociability challenged among us:
People don’t want advice. The act of giving advice is always perceived as a claim to being superior. Claims of superiority annoy and anger people. Even if you have what you believe is excellent advice, the only way not to come off as a dick is to keep it to yourself.
The biggest giveaway that a person most certainly doesn’t want advice and will detest you for offering any is when they say, “please, I really need some advice.” Whatever you do, do not, and I repeat, do not offer advice. You’ll create a lifelong sworn enemy if you fall for this trick. Tell them that their suffering is so massive and exceptional that you, who never experienced anything remotely this daunting, would never dare give advice to such a paragon of strength, bravery, and inhuman intelligence as they are.
Humbling experiences are good for you, which is why I’ll publicly share that I googled my hotel in Milwaukee and, observing a sort of a coastal situation on the map, wondered if it’s located on the East or the West Coast.
Now that I know where it’s actually located, I understand why a friend said he’d pop over from Chicago to Milwaukee to see me there. I thought he was being weird, to be honest, because I imagined a 10-hour drive. To the coast. Or a coast, rather.
I’ve had an uneasy relationship with geography since the fifth grade. But please, everybody, appreciate the level of honesty here. I could have easily concealed this story.
Every time N walks into the room and finds me there (which, as you can imagine, is all the time), he exclaims with an expression of fresh joy, “You are here!”
It’s like I can make every day Christmas.
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