I must say that JD Vance attacking Hunter Biden’s addiction when his own mother is an addict is a different level of gross.

— Art Candee 🍿🥤 (@ArtCandee) July 18, 2024

I’m no fan of JD Vance’s, as we well know, but this is a very bizarre statement. If anybody is entitled to criticize drug addicts, it’s a person whose childhood was destroyed by a vicious, disgusting addict parent. Vance’s mother is scum (read his autobiography before you start arguing). So is Hunter Biden. If they were childless, nobody would care but these terrible individuals fed their own children to their whim to indulge.

Of course, Hunter Biden is mega rich and could have purchased the best psych assistance on the planet, so he’s a worse kind of scum than Vance’s mom. But this is the shade of excrement kind of distinction.

We’ve all completely lost it and now treat drug addicts like poor victims and people who criticize their horrid actions as evildoers.

I’m reading Ruth Ware’s new novel One Perfect Couple, and at exactly 60% in the book devolves into a woke rant about a racisty racist homophobic homophobe YouTuber who is extremely racist and a “problematic misogynist.” Yes, that’s a quote.

There’s very little by way of actual mystery or plot. Ruth Ware used to be a star of the mystery genre but she now abandoned all that in favor of cheap sloganeering.

It’s such a low trick to bait people into reading and then feed them your stupid politics when they are over half done with the book.

The struggle session I dreaded attending was held yesterday. Nobody can make me go because it’s done. Overnight, my foot experienced a truly miraculous improvement. I’m now walking. In shoes! Even just yesterday it was unimaginable that these shoes would fit over the horribly swollen limb. I couldn’t even go to the bathroom yesterday evening, it hurt so bad.

At the previous struggle session, my blood pressure shot up dangerously high. So this time, my subconscious decided to protect me by sabotaging my foot and making it impossible for me to go to the struggle session in a very literal way.

I have two more years as department head, and I fear that I will end up self-mutilating in some irreversible ways in these two years that I’m obligated to attend the struggle sessions.

People who are still Democrats, I know you are good people. Do you support this? It’s done by your side and in your name. Do you think it is OK to do this to people who have not hurt you in any way? Why aren’t you saying anything?

Time to catch up with Q&A posts!

I have stepped away from the rhetoric of imperialism, colonialism, and all that because it’s been hopelessly sullied by the Left and can no longer be recovered for any useful purpose. These are words that need to be abandoned together with “racism, fascism, Nazism, genocide” (except in historical contexts) and anything ending in -phobia (except if you are a qualified psychiatrist).

Folks, I’m grateful but I’m way too old for this. I don’t see people on screens like that. But I do have a good real-life story on the subject. I have a friend, let’s call him Victor. A wonderful dude but he was always kind of boyish. Not really immature but he was a boy more than a man well into his thirties. And then something happened, and I saw Victor transform into this very authoritative, strong, very adult man. And so what’s really interesting is that it wasn’t getting married, having children or even battling a serious illness that made Victor grow up. It was making a friend. He became very close friends with a slightly younger dude who needed a lot of assistance because of a complicated personal situation. And helping the new friend launched Victor into maturity.

Moral of the story: men need other men. They need to get together and be men together.

Folks, see this little thingy?

It’s completely see-through and facing a gas station + 2 banks. I thought, hey, tiny houses, a nice place for a young couple before kids come.

Today I found out that the tiny home costs $305,000.

I mean, I honestly.

The Republican version of pussy hat ladies:

If this is not a cult, I don't know what is.
pic.twitter.com/q1gZnATLRs

— Republicans against Trump (@RpsAgainstTrump) July 18, 2024

Yes, democracy is better than any alternative but it also has serious negatives. One of them is that the majority in any society is like the people in the video or in pussy hat demonstrations. They are nice, sweet people but easily spooked by anything a little complicated.

Bella Hadid, who has sparked outrage for her anti-Israel activism, is the new face of Adidas’s 1972 Munich Olympic shoe range.

The Palestinian-American model has appeared on a billboard in Times Square.

The Munich Olympics saw Palestinians terrorists kill 11 Israelis. pic.twitter.com/XcEgyZ6ulk

— Oli London (@OliLondonTV) July 18, 2024

Well, Jews are really not the main demographic for overpriced sneakers. Who can blame Adidas for pleasing their most loyal customers?

No matter how much I fight old demons, they are as much an inheritance as my blue eyes and brown hair. The sad fact is that I couldn’t do it without Usha. Even at my best, I’m a delayed explosion—I can be defused, but only with skill and precision. It’s not just that I’ve learned to control myself but that Usha has learned how to manage me.

Usha was delighted that I’d changed my mind before she yelled at me to stop acting like a lunatic (which has happened in the past), and she told me that she was proud of me for resisting my natural instinct.

She calmly told me through her tears that it was never acceptable to run away, that she was worried, and that I had to learn how to talk to her. And then she gave me a hug and told me that she accepted my apology and was glad I was okay. That was the end of it.

That’s what he actually reveals in public. The worst of this cuckery is, as always, kept secret.

I have some advice for people who have decided to go back to religion after years or a lifetime of not practicing. Or after several generations, as in my case. This is based completely on my personal experience, and it worked for me.

The advice is: don’t try to understand everything. There’s no need. Don’t intellectualize or rationalize. There’s an enormous comfort in just letting it go for a bit and simply being in the moment. Remember that many, many generations of people before you worked, thought, and prayed to make these rituals as effective as possible. Trust them and simply relax. Yes, there’s a lot you won’t understand. And you might not feel it in the way people who never got interrupted in their religious practice do. But that’s OK. Just go and be there. Follow other people’s lead. There is no harm, to put it mildly, in stepping out of the hubristic belief that it’s up to you to understand and decide everything.

In other words, you don’t need to get it. You simply need to be there.

In the summer of AD 64, Emperor Nero threw a gigantic street party in Rome:

In the very heart of the city, a lake was filled with sea-monsters. Along its edge, brothels were staffed with whores ranging from the cheapest streetwalkers to the most blue-blooded of aristocrats. For a single night, to the delight of the men who visited them and knew that the women were forbidden to refuse anyone, there was no slave or free. ‘Now a minion would take his mistress in the presence of his master; now a gladiator would take a girl of noble family before the gaze of her father.’

Tom Holland, Dominion

Yes, we all know that Nero was particularly vile and a first-rate pervert. But what he did was actually very representative of what women were at that time:

In Rome, men no more hesitated to use slaves and prostitutes to relieve themselves of their sexual needs than they did to use the side of a road as a toilet. In Latin, the same word, meio, meant both ejaculate and urinate.

Women were toilets. It’s not too shocking, then, that the ultimate product of that human toilet, a baby, was treated like refuse.

This is why the apostles put in so much work to explain the Christian philosophy of sex to the stunned new converts. One man and one woman together, forever, completely faithful to each other, loving each other as God and his church do, respecting their own and each other’s bodies… wait, what? Imagine what it took to convince men to stop seeing women as human toilets. But the message spoke to something, a spark inside these confused people from 2,000 years ago. That is when women were created in the way that we understand women today.

When Spaniards came to the Aztec Empire, their leader Hernán Cortés received as a gift from indigenous allies a young woman called Malintzin. This wasn’t the first time she’d been gifted or sold, having passed through many hands since her family had sold her in childhood. We can all imagine what this meant to a little girl, the horrors she experienced. Cortés, however, turned this young human toilet into a respectable lady, doña Marina. She was his translator and the mother of a son whom Cortés worshipped. Cortés couldn’t marry Marina because he was already married in the church, so she found a husband among the Spaniards. They spend their married life working together on their intellectual pursuits. What a change in status! From an object passed around for fun, she became a respected person and an intellectual. The really funny part is that the official narrative in Mexico is that horrible, evil Spaniards brutally raped women like Marina, engendering the Mexican people in violence and horror. Why people would choose to adopt this utterly stupid story of fake victimhood instead of what actually happened is a whole other question. But the life of doña Marina is a perfect illustration of the revolutionary nature of the Christian concept of a woman.