In Barcelona today, the Office of Religious Affairs has asked that ALL schools in Barcelona cancel music and dance classes for the month of Ramadan as a “gesture of respect” for the Muslim population.

That’s called colonisation. https://t.co/ElGAYH1HLd

— Eve Barlow (@Eve_Barlow) March 5, 2026

We, Orthodox Christians, somehow manage to celebrate Pascha (which does not coincide with the Catholic and Protestant Easter) without making a nuisance out of ourselves. Our priests remind us every year that making an issue of our fast to others is a sin. If the choice is between eating what you shouldn’t and rubbing your fasting virtue into other people’s faces, the choice should always be to accept the food quietly and not make yourself the center of attention. The moment when the fast becomes a way to lord it over others, we have betrayed the whole point of the fast as mandated by the Lord.

Yes, we are only 1% of the population. But Muslims are only 5% of the population in Spain. These are comparable numbers. You can be a minority without being a dick.

Denzel Washington will star as Hannibal Barca in a historical epic for Netflix, directed by Antoine Fuqua.

Robert Richardson will serve as cinematographer. Production begins in June. pic.twitter.com/a7zmQ4s2By

— cinesthetic. (@TheCinesthetic) March 5, 2026

This reminds me of that hilarious Russian ecranisation of Anna Karenina where the director wanted to cast his menopausal wife as Anna, and the entire cast was, of necessity, geriatric.

Love Denzel but a 71-year-old Hannibal is just as ridiculous.

Who watches this kind of stuff, I wonder?

We all come to this vale of tears with some modest mission that does not usually coincide with the boastful and high-sounding missions that, in our conceit, we attribute to ourselves; and in fulfilling that modest mission that has been assigned to us lies the grace of living.

Juan Manuel de Prada, Weirdos Like Me (2023)

I want to add that figuring out and accepting this mission is a crucial task of existence. Sad as sad can be is the life of people who reject the mission apportioned to them by God.

A joke from Ukraine:

Today is the 73rd anniversary of the day when Stalin finally became a good Communist.

Because he croaked on this day, in case you don’t know.

One little quote from Prada in Spanish so that those who know and love the language understand why I’m into Prada in spite of his extremely unfortunate geopolitical stances:

Pero Hello no creía en el éxito, sino tan sólo en la gloria, que no la dan los hombres; y aguardó esa gloria poniéndose a escribir todos los días, en un pequeño pabellón o belvedere, con las cristaleras abiertas hacia el mar y el sol naciente inflamando su escritura de un estilo ardoroso que, aun tomado en pequeñas dosis, abrasa las resistencias del incrédulo y descompone a los tibios y a los eunucoides.

I love it how he goes up and up in this very elevated style and, right at the moment when it reaches the level of utter pomposity, the writer collapses it all into comedy with the word eunucoides that is extremely funny and not very translatable.

Shoot it straight into my veins because this is the shit I live for.

A great quote from the inimitable and permanently pissed off Juan Manuel de Prada:

Today, a transgressive writer is not one who delights in invoking demons, but the one who dares to pray to the saints; it is not an activist of unbridled excess, but an apostle of temperance; it is not a shrill bard of freedom, but a discreet minstrel of tradition. A true rebelliousness today is not practiced by a spoiled, self-destructive, nihilistic child whose antics are applauded by the system, but an artist who dares to take subversion to the point where the system begins to foam at the mouth, like the girl in The Exorcist: to the point of scorning its democratic religion, to the point of denouncing its empty platitudes and pomposity, to the point of execrating its murky ideologies, to the altar where God becomes flesh.

Juan Manuel de Prada, Weirdos Like Me

I was in a seminar with Prada once, and dude, is he permanently peeved or what. I feared he was about to catch a stroke the entire time because of how majorly miffed Prada was. I don’t necessarily blame him because in every interview the writer gives, he has to answer the question of “why are you such a fascist?” Which he is most definitely not but he is openly conservative, and we all know how that goes.

Based on his girth and what I know about his life from the gossip circuit, Prada is not who one imagines when hearing about apostles of temperance but, boy, does he know how to write.

The quote is from Prada’s book on écrivains maudits, and he proposes his own definition of who the accursed authors of our times really are. I translated maudits as transgressive but I fully understand why the word I use is stupid. “Cursed authors” is not instantly recognizable in English as the expression is in the original French.

Before we all get too distracted by Iran, here’s an update on the Russian human safari:

🔴🔴🔴 Kherson.

Human safari as presented by a Russian military channel: to a sadistic music, with a civilian running for his life.

10 civilian cars destroyed since 23 Feb. (including my friends’ cars, a young family with children.)

The situation is worse than ever. pic.twitter.com/rzxczhXkeO

— Zarina Zabrisky 🇺🇸🇺🇦 (@ZarinaZabrisky) March 5, 2026

We can start making bets on the maximum number of arrests some of these recidivists clock up until the justice system finally puts them behind bars.

The reason we gotta spend $4 million per Patriot missile to shoot down a silly $20,000 Shahed drone is because Donald Trump refused to give Ukraine the Tomahawks necessary to take out the Shahed factories in Russia

— Liam Nissan™ (@theliamnissan) March 4, 2026

People are naive. The real reason is grift. It’s easy to hide trees in a forest. And it’s really easy to skim off the top when expenditures are huge.

There’s this old, pre-Uber joke where an executive type gets into a cab. The driver asks, “where to?”

“Anywhere,” says the executive type. “Everybody everywhere needs me.”

I’m like that executive type. I teach MWF from ten to 10:50. You’d think for those 50 minutes three times a week I could be left in peace. But no, people storm the classroom, everybody with an urgent need.

“Where’s the secretary? I need to see her!”

Well, she’s definitely not in my pocket, is she?

“I lost my key, I left my phone in the car and now the two-step verification doesn’t work, what do I put on line 5 of the activity report, where can I find the Italian tutor?”

I go to the bathroom and come back to a group of people searching my office because they don’t know where I am. I haven’t been of the size that would enable me to hide in this office since age 5. It’s not large. Why are you searching it and exchanging panicky whispers to the effect of “I don’t know what happened. She was here just a minute ago”?