Imagine these two people meeting and falling in love:
Wild horses wouldn’t be able to drag them away from each other. They’ll inflame each other every day. Things will never get stale between them.
Author: Clarissa
Animal Cruelty
On the subject of animal cruelty:
This, of course, is a complete lie. The donkey’s name is Maisie, not Jennet.
When he lived in London, N roomed with some Georgians (meaning from the country of Georgia) who mocked him for never having had sex with goats or donkeys. He really stood out among that crowd.
Another War Crime
Another day, another war crime from the Russians. It receives zero publicity because it’s inconvenient to the “I’m just asking questions” crowd of paid shills.
I put it as an image to spare the feelings of those who don’t want to see the actual murder. But the link is here if you do want to see.
Russia announced another major wave of mobilization today. I’ve been saying for years that there’s nothing anybody can offer Putin for him to end the war. He’s only alive for as long as the war goes on, and he knows it. Offering him “a deal” is pure mockery because he’ll get no use out of even the most advantageous deal if he’s dead.
I can also post videos of Russians putting small animals into drones because it’s funny to see them suffer. Of course, small animals seem insignificant but it says a lot about the mindset of the people who do such a thing.
Great Advice
You will thank me, people, this is brilliant:
Organizing Hacks
I have this new day planner procedure that is giving me great results. I used to make lists of things I needed to do every day, and I’d write them out in my bullet journal. But now instead of a list I draw a flower. In the middle of the flower I put the most important and attractive activity of the day. Something that I really anticipate. The petals are the things I have to do but they all exist around the coveted activity in the middle. Visually rearranging things like this and putting the attractive activity at the center refocuses me towards enjoyment.
Freedom from Dignity
Without googling anything, can you interpret what you are seeing here?
This is the mayor of Toronto.
The saddest part is that this is a woman who is pushing seventy, who has achieved an enviable position, who earns a large salary, who survived cancer. Yet she believes she has to prance around half-naked because even at the end of her seventh decade on Earth she can’t have any dignity.
This is simply sad.
The Cucked FBI
Kash Patel responds to the criticisms of his use of public money to take the girlfriend du jour on trips:
The disgustingly baseless attacks against Alexis — a true patriot and the woman I’m proud to call my partner in life — are beyond pathetic. She is a rock-solid conservative and a country music sensation who has done more for this nation than most will in ten lifetimes. I’m so blessed she’s in my life.
Attacking her isn’t just wrong — it’s cowardly and jeopardizes our safety. My love of family will always be my cornerstone, and you will never tear that down or keep me from them.
This is deeply, deeply embarrassing. We need the FBI to start doing actual work but here’s its director promoting the music career of some dumb bimbo.
By the way, nobody knows where Tyler Robinson’s furry boyfriend is. Once again, the FBI dropped the ball whole its leader is inflicting his private life on all of us.
Self-control
Crowds of facile fools are re-posting this fake:
The guy in the video is Russian, from St Petersburg. He couldn’t possibly be Ukrainian because such young guys are not drafted in Ukraine. It’s illegal.
This isn’t even about the war. It’s about the lack of self-control and the slobbering emotionality of people who respond only to displays of somebody else”s slobbering emotionality.
Whether it’s AI or human-based fake, it always appeals to people who have allowed themselves to be reduced to a quivering mass of vague “feels” and have switched off rationality and self-control.
Marriage Resilience
My husband and I will be celebrating our 16th wedding anniversary on the 13th. I’m hoping on day he will get baptized into the Orthodox faith. He knows I’m hoping for it. This is creating zero conflict between us. We’ve had a lot of great conversations about it. There’s literally no other issue that creates less conflict between us.
I don’t know what this woman’s marital history is but what she imagines a big stumbling boulder for a marriage is nary a small crack in the pavement.
When done the right way, marriage is a lot more resilient than many people think.
Book Notes: Motherland by Julia Ioffe
This book is an enormous missed opportunity. The trajectory and the results of the Soviet gender experiment are a fascinating topic. So much could be said. Such fascinating insights could be gleaned. But Ioffe is blinkered by her identity as a Russian liberal. This means that she has to massage a complicated reality of a completely different region into the limiting slogans of the tiniest of slivers of the Western left. The explanation she alights upon for the entire history of the Soviet and the post-Soviet space since 1917 is that men are bad and inflict genocides, totalitarianisms and wars on women who are always good and invariably wonderful and victimized. The only good man she has found anywhere on the planet is the neo-Nazi Navalny.
Liberalism produces monsters by attaching itself as a succubus to the already not too potent brains of people like Ioffe. I tried very hard to find some value in Motherland. I can usually find at least a couple of pages, a stray thought or two, something to give me food for thought in anything I read. This book, though, gave me nothing. It’s primitive, plodding, and very unimpressive.
It was very open-minded of me to read Motherland. I knew that Ioffe was very woke. Moreover, as a post-Soviet Jew, she is militantly pro-Russian and hates Ukraine. I was willing to look past all that in hopes that she had interesting ideas about the Soviet gender ideology. That, I guess, is the value of the book. I followed my instinct of open-mindedness that goes beyond ideological alignments and identities anywhere where the intellect has work to do. I did not find what I hoped in Motherland but my life is enormously richer than that of people who are terrified of encountering different beliefs.
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