The only good thing about Mamdani is that he doesn’t believe in any of the stuff he says. He is happy to have found the perfect way to scam the perennially unpaired who channel their cosmic frustration with life into political slogans. He is a rich dude who wants to be even richer and is milking the marks because he can.
Since he doesn’t believe any of the ideas he expresses, he’ll be more interested in photo-ops, chasing after desperate 35-year-old tail, and getting even richer to prove things to mommy than in “reforms.”
This way, he won’t do as much damage as an honest fanatic would.
Decarlos Brown Jr., the man accused of killing 23-year-old Iryna Zarutska back in late August, was scheduled to have a Rule 24 court hearing on Thursday, Oct. 16. A Rule 24 hearing is for the state to determine whether or not they would pursue the death penalty.
Court documents said that the hearing has now been pushed back until April 2026.
Dude’s going to be released in a few years R this pace. And everybody will have moved on and forgotten because there will be so many more of such murders that it’s impossible to keep track.
I discovered two new (to me) pieces of technology in Spain. One I hate and the other has potential to be good but I haven’t tried it yet.
The one I don’t like is the digital lock that connects with an app and can’t be opened without it. The lock pairs with my phone while I’m still in the elevator and starts making happy, chirpy noises as I approach. I feel pressured to come in when it does that. Why can’t a person come in when she feels like it and not when an overeager lock tells her to?
The lock can’t be opened without the bloody app. I’m developing a neurosis where I’m scared my battery will die and I will be locked out of my apartment in the middle of Tetuán (a residential neighborhood in Madrid). I’m also developing another neurosis where I keep checking that the app didn’t accidentally unlock the door while I’m inside. The app not only unlocks but actually opens the door. As you can imagine, the situation is ripe with generating fresh, juicy neuroses.
The technology I still need to try is a washer that is simultaneously a dryer. I’ve heard from Ukrainians that it exists but never seen it before. Has anybody on here tried it? Are they any good? I’d love to be able to do my own laundry, especially because of all these new neuroses I’m picking up.
I couldn’t walk as much as I usually do in Madrid because I’m running low on energy after all the flights. Plus, it’s hot. Not as bad as at home but still uncomfortable. I took an Uber and really lucked out with the driver. It was an older woman, very cultured. She speaks several languages, and the music in the speakers was Chopin. The driver started apologizing for the choice of music but I assured her that it made my day.
It’s kind of insane that people like this woman have to drive an Uber but humanity’s loss was my gain today.
At the large Casa del Libro bookstore in Madrid, people are behaving like books have been banned and this is their last chance to haul out as many as possible. It’s very nice to see a crowded bookstore. And most visitors are younger than me, which is very heartening.
On the negative side, there are so many titles about Palestine that one has to dig one’s way to the good stuff.
On the positive side, as I walked away from the bookstore (and truly, what a sad phrase this is), I came across a Georgian restaurant. N is eager for me to try Georgian food in hopes that I’ll like it and will start cooking it for him. I’m going to visit it tomorrow because after two days with no sleep, I can’t look at food.
I’m currently experiencing my only chance to try real Irish food with funny, unusual names, and I’m tragically not hungry. I will get hungry once I’m in Spain, one place on the planet where I crave exactly zero foods.
I went to college in the south. I pledged a fraternity that was full of conservatives and 30 years later I’m in a chat group with many of my fraternity brothers.
I never heard any of them say anything like the Young Republicans. Then or now. pic.twitter.com/oKQpx0P1sG
It’s like these people are dense on purpose. Of course, 30 years ago the culture of destroying people for hurty words did not exist. Thirty years ago, you didn’t need to fight for years to have a college course title include the word “civilization.” Thirty years ago, nobody knew that water is racist and good morning is sexist. Which is why thirty years ago, people didn’t use prohibited words to establish trust. They had other mechanisms.
The very same individuals who inflicted this dysfunction on everybody are now self-righteously informing us that they didn’t have to defend themselves from it. Right you are you, didn’t, fellows. Because it didn’t exist before you made it a thing.
I keep exploring what airlines see as diabetic food. Aer Lingus believes that diabetics are crazy about rice. I got rice three ways on this flight: regular rice in a sweet sauce, fancy rice, and rice cakes. I now travel with a collection of snacks because I’m already prepared for this strange understanding of diabetic-friendly.
Do the airlines think one asks for a diabetic meal with the hopes of being given diabetes?
I live in my tiny town that is quiet, sleepy, and filled with families whose schedules are dominated by biological rhythms of small children. I forget what’s out there.
The JFK airport is a futuristic nightmare. Huge construction projects are happening everywhere. Terminals are spaced out and organized in the most human-hating manner possible. My Iberia flight was cancelled, and I’ve been rebooked on a line called Aer Lingus that departs from the most hellish terminal in this already grim airport. Only the Trudeau airport in Montreal can bungle up security like JFK’s Terminal 7, creating the kind of lines that make people burst out in laughter the first time they see them. Surely, nobody expects us to stand here for two hours? passengers think. Surely not?
Instead of a direct flight to Madrid, I’m being rerouted through Ireland. It’s the story of my life to get rerouted through Ireland. Well, at least it’s an opportunity to discover what Aer Lingus is. Who ever knew that such a thing even existed?
There’s a raging scandal going on regarding Taylor Swift’s latest album. A significant portion of the population thinks Swift is some sort of an intellectual and is emotionally invested into her lyrics. Which, I know, but most people have the intelligence of a fruit fly, so Swift’s lyrics sound profound to them.
In any case, Swift wrote a song in which she expressed a desire to have kids with her fiance. And now overripe but unplucked fans are throwing the most entertaining tantrums. Here’s one example:
The ones on TikTok and Instagram are funnier but I can’t link those.
Of course, I understand why these fans feel betrayed. Swift exploited their loneliness to project the image of being a lonely, rejected female, just like they are. Then she took the money fans gave her and invested it into looking marriageable at 35. She can also finance all sorts of reproductive technologies for herself. Of course, all the women who listened to her and thought, “see? There’s nothing wrong with being single and unmarried at 35, if the biggest pop star in the world is doing it” feel like dupes.
Don’t get married if you don’t want to but don’t trawl through song lyrics in search of validation. Taylor Swift isn’t a receptionist who validates your life success ticket. Enjoy the music but don’t turn an artist into your idol. The
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