Love Bernie but some of his supporters are fully deranged.

Look at what one of them posts on the eve of the Connecticut primary. Connecticut, the state that is still mourning the slaughtered children. And see giddy followers pissing themselves with delight in the comments.

I just hope Bernie doesn’t get to see this meme because it would be simply cruel.

The Koch brothers are trying to manipulate the dumbest of us by issuing statements of fake support for Hillary. I wish I could just laugh at their belief that they will find enough simpletons who’ll exclaim, “Let’s allow Ted Cruz to be elected to spite the Koch brothers!” But I’ve seen enough, unfortunately, to know that there are more than enough eager fools who’ll be happy to let themselves be manipulated this way.

You never know what you are going to miss from the pre-baby days. My own answer surprised me: I miss sleeping in the dark. I now have two sources of light hitting me all night long – one for the left eye and one for the right. They aren’t strong but they are sources of light anyway.

I need to be able to jump out of bed and grab the baby the moment she stirs during the night in order to prevent her from screaming. And if I have to fumble in the dark, searching for the crib and tripping all over myself, that won’t be possible.

N wears an eye mask but I can’t do it. I tried once and had horrible nightmares.

This isn’t a big deal or anything. It’s just funny how it’s never what you expect that you miss.

I always wanted to design stickers for my car. Here is the sticker representing my family. N isn’t crazy about his image because he detests the idea of being depicted in shorts which he never wears. But I really wanted this shirt and it only came with the shorts. N also says that I look identical to this in RL.

On the message board at the entrance to my gym, there is a note that says:

Hi. My name is Ashley. I’m 14 years old. I’m looking for babysitting work. I can stay with your kids while they sleep. $15 per hour.

I’m telling you, folks, we have very spoilt people in our rich little town.

I am at a great risk of developing diabetes in the next 10 years (because of the history of gestational diabetes, heredity and, obviously, psychological reasons), so I need to practically live at this gym if I’m to avoid that.

It’s good to be back.

How about we stop fixating on size, like a bunch of giggly adolescent boys, and start thinking in terms of effectiveness? Let’s stop describing governments as “big” or “small”, whatever that even means, and concentrate on less nebulous qualities, such as effectiveness and productivity!

So Rauner decided to throw a few crumbs at the public schools of Illinois and disbursed a small percentage of the money that the state owes them. This will possibly keep them afloat throughout the summer, after which the whole drama will keep repeating itself.

This is what the oft-repeated expression “small government” means, folks. Break up a single task into a million of small steps, accompany each step with endless drama, conflict and reams of paperwork, change your mind every five minutes, hire a small army of expensive bureaucrats and secretaries to keep track of the whole mess, and in the end fail to resolve anything.

The citizens of Illinois voted for “small government” and now have a government that doesn’t perform its basic functions because it’s too busy churning out conflicting orders and confusing paperwork. 

The only immigrants we have in this town are college professors. This means it’s next to impossible to find anybody who will be interested in doing minimum-wage work (and I don’t exploit, my minimum wage is Bernie-style). Lawnmowers require a complex process of pre-screening, appraisal and analysis to decide if one’s lawn is worth their trouble. Cleaning ladies and nannies don’t exist at all. A handyman charged my friend $75 for installing a microwave  (which took him 20 minutes of very unhurried effort.)

We so need immigrants.

Merkel is so grateful to Erdogan for getting some of the refugees off her hands that she’s arresting everybody in Berlin who dares to criticize him. This is getting too bizarre for words.

Londoners are going nuts for a chance to eat naked at a new restaurant for crazy rich people. I’m glad the crisis is over.

It’s hard to decide which is more riduculous: the book whose author sincerely believes in the existence of a “frantic pace” in academia or her detractors who criticize the book in the voice of whiny loseroids who moan about “privilege.”