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Is there anything that says “I’m a fussy, clueless twat” more clearly than declaring oneself a global citizen?

The unironic use of this expression immediately marks one as the gold winner in the Dumb and Dumber Olympics.

I’m having a day that just won’t quit. It started with me setting a date to get surgery and continued with one form of unpleasantness after another. I won’t list them all here but the point is that finally at 9 pm I decide to spend a few minutes aimlessly scrolling through my feed and immediately come across the following indignity:

This fat piece of absolute ridiculousness has already literally eaten me out of a job and now he spits at us in this inventive way.

Resistance to tyranny, eh, you stupid bastard. I can’t even.

And here’s the US with its wonderful new allies Belarus, Burkina Faso, Burundi, Haiti, Mali, Russia, Sudan, and a few other incredible losers.

Oh, I just noticed Eritrea. We’ve gone full-on diverse here in the US, picking up every goat dropping from the map of the world and licking it excitedly.

You vote left, you vote right, but in the US it always ends with denouncing the Western civilization in favor of some bunch of savages.

I like this question. It makes me feel patriotic.

I’m not a citizen of Ukraine. I had to abandon my Ukrainian citizenship when I was naturalized in Canada in 2003.

This is a great question still because yes, I’m in a weird position of being a fan of the nation-state yet having engaged in the most consumerist passport hopping imaginable. So yeah, I know, I sound like a lifelong alcoholic with the cirrhosis of liver lecturing everybody on the evils of alcohol consumption. But it is what it is.

To answer the original question with every possible directness and clarity:

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

Not by birth but by the most propitious of circumstances as well as by every inclination of my temperament, all of the most sincere qualities of my being and the most treasured events of my life, I am American.

My interest in Curtis Yarvin’s writings was not supported here at the blog but I don’t care because it offers me great emotional succor to sit at the meetings where colleagues express gratitude and excitement about being thrown out of their jobs for the purposes of streamlining and read Yarvin. It’s my big ef you to everybody who designed this situation.

Here’s a quote I wanted to share today:

The Congress can do anything, but it is both rigged to the gills for incumbency, and about as popular as snakes. While this was much the reverse of the Founders’ intent—while the Senate was meant to reflect the continuity of noble family and great wealth, the House was designed as a raging furnace of turbulent democracy, not a memory clinic for platinum incumbents—the Founders themselves rigged the Supreme Court for incumbency. They did not make it supreme over the other two branches—yet there was no other way the machine they designed could have operated. In a lot of ways the idea was good… but… still, what we are looking
at here is just a way to not have democracy, while still pretending to have democracy. There are worse things. For instance, we could actually have democracy.

It’s hard to disagree that yes, it would be worse, after observing the chimpanzees in action. I mean, they vote for Ilhan Omar and her twin Marjorie Taylor Green. They repost every bit of manipulative lies they are fed and have no self-control or capacity to boundary up.

I didn’t know there’s been a liberal surge. Has there been a liberal surge? There’s a lot going on and one can’t follow everything.

But here’s what I can say. If after everything that’s taken place Canadians still vote for the left (liberals, NDP, whatever), then good luck to them with what happens as a result. If you are a Canadian and you love the cost of housing, the cost of living, the inflation, the regulations, the cult of imaginary dead indigenous children, the poli-multi-gender experiments, etc., then you should absolutely have more of it. I support you in getting exactly what you want.

I don’t understand why it’s necessary to link it to Trump but again, if condemning him helps usher in the bright future of even more expensive housing, the mail service that doesn’t work for months, three land acknowledgements instead of one, an even more intense immigration stream, even more homelessness, longer lines at the emergency room, higher food prices, and bigger crocodile tears over the invented “First Nations”, then go for it.

Even if you don’t want any of it, still do it just to spite Trump. As you sit in the next lockdown, you’ll know at least that you stood up to Trump. That’s going to make it so much more enjoyable.

I’m sure everybody has heard the most recent brain fart by Congresswoman Ilhan Omar:

“I am at the point where it has become really hard to have an intellectual debate with any of these people because the level of stupidity that they are displaying every single day is frankly, embarrassing,” Omar said. “Not just in Congress, but as Americans.”

“And the fact that these people are allowed to say just the most ridiculous things tells you that the dumbing of the United States has arrived, because how else do we get a Trump presidency again?”

I’m not surprised that Omar considers Americans stupid. They did, after all, elect her to represent Minnesota in spite of her very open and sincere contempt for the people she’s representing.

It’s the “are allowed” part of the quote that interests me.

Passive voice is interesting because it hides the active agent and sneaks the real intention behind the utterance past us. Who is supposed to do the allowing or not allowing of things Omar considers “just the most ridiculous”? Clearly, Omar is convinced she should be the arbiter of what is ridiculous and what isn’t.

The Democratic Party has been beaten badly at the polls. Omar is revealing to us that the explanation for the defeat her party adopted is that the narrative wasn’t controlled tightly enough. People “were allowed” to speak. That is the great problem Democrats intend to tackle. If once again they get anywhere close to power, shutting us up is the #1 thing they’ll proceed to do.

Enjoy it while it lasts, is what I’m saying, because truly totalitarian speech controls await us once Omar and Co are back in control.

Having sex is now a waste of time.

AI reasoning models can distill key insights into the best sexual experiences and tell you precisely why they are enjoyable.

Dude, just wait till you find out what feminism’s promise to women has been the whole time.

Why shouldn’t men finally want the same?

Being unemployed was a crime punished by jail in the USSR. If you were, for example, a mother who wanted to stay home with your kids, that was not legal.

This was a crime easy to avoid because unless people did something extremely dissident (for example, applied to emigrate to Israel), nobody got fired.

People with higher education had to “pay” for their diplomas by way of accepting jobs they didn’t choose somewhere far away geographically. That’s how my parents met, by the way. They were both working in these assigned jobs away from their native towns. That’s how N’s parents met, too.

The Soviet system provided jobs for everybody and paid the same pittance for them. My father was a scientist with a PhD, my mother a school teacher, my grandma a lawyer, and my grandpa a pediatrician. And we never had enough to eat. The first time in my life I had my own clothes (not hand-me-downs) was in 1990. My cousin, whose mother was a math teacher and father a dentist, had to wear not only used clothes but used underwear, which caused him great shame since his hand-me-downs were from girls.

People in white-collar jobs were legendary for doing absolutely nothing whatsoever at work all day. I remember my parents’ acquaintance laughing that she was ready to retire from the place where she’d worked all her life and had no idea what its actual name was or what it was supposed to be doing. I’m sure she was exaggerating but not by much. People would come to these jobs, make tea, swap recipes, tell jokes, lounge around, read forbidden literature, knit, exercise, give each other makeovers. I’d love it when my father would take me to his job because it was like one large daycare for adults.

Obviously, people did other things, too, but I was too little to understand that. When people have no life purpose beyond buying things, nothing to occupy them, and no religion to constrain them, they tend to go really wild. My mother who had been brought up in a strict environment of a little village was perennially scandalized by the things her fellow teachers did behind the training equipment in the gym once school was out.

The idea of strict monogamy in marriage was not something I heard about until much later. My mother’s female friends ran absolutely wild, and it was all work-related because there was nowhere else to be. The stories I heard as they gossipped were very educational.

I never heard of anybody getting fired because, as I said, that was the purview of Jews trying to emigrate and we didn’t know any.