Alive but not kicking so much…
Got a script for penicillin, a weeks ration.
Am currently a twitchy thing that aches all over.
Very difficult to eat so I bought ice cream. Ice cream always helps.
Xavier is kind of leaving me alone though it was a tense few days. He is not medically certified in any jurisdiction I am aware of.
They will run some tests to see if I should consider the small, medium or large bag of cat food.
I will be blogging. Just to defy Satan. Thank you all.
The new naughty list just dropped, as the kids say these days. The pre-Christmas release of the Epstein files, or at least some of them – elves heavily redacted – has brought much-needed good cheer to all of us. Not every red face on Christmas afternoon will be down to port and brandy this year. And the cast of characters – Mick Jagger, Bill Gates, Bill Clinton, Michael Jackson, Richard Branson and all the rest – sounds like the guest list for the worst Graham Norton Christmas Special ever.
The release of the files as they stand, though, seems to me to add fuel to all sorts of conspiracy theories. In the first place, they really do seem to confirm what many of us normies have long suspected. The rich and famous really do pal around with each other in a way that transcends ideological divides.
These days, we’re heading for an infotainment implosion. Even though we have all the world’s knowledge at our fingertips, many fail to grasp its meaning and importance, much less read past the headline and, at best, the first paragraph. Meanwhile, we’re letting machines do our thinking for us.
Why the kids have stopped listening
I watched the Piers Morgan v Nick Fuentes interview last night, convinced that Piers had done a fairly solid job. After scanning Twitter (meh, X), I had to go and watch it again.
Aaron Bastani had posted a short review that Morgan had crucified Fuentes, I added a comment generally agreeing with him, then a few hours later there were all these replies making fun of me.
Huh, what happened?
Looking at other posts there was a parallel reality and the dividing line was age.
An excellent essay but Fuentes is not the Big Bad Bogeyman he is made out to be. Not even close.
The elites left & right have purposely built him up beyond all reason because they wrongly believe his twisted little mind’s incontinence gives them the wedge issues needed to reassert narrative control.
The kids Fuentes allegedly represents are not Little Hitlers.
A lost generation confronts us and they are angry at their fate.
Angry at being gaslit by the very grifters who aborted their futures.
The political and business classes robbed them of their birthright – a shot at a decent life free as possible from ignorance and want.
I am old but I will no longer tolerate the anti-white propaganda, the two tiered justice and unending lies spewed by the grifter class.
And so I have gone tribal and will support the Cinnabon girl and her like regardless of whether they are right or wrong based solely on the fact they are one of my kind.
I will do what I can to end the mass immigration from incompatible cultures that is destroying our society, our Canada.
The luxury values of the grifter class are nothing more than a cover for elite theft.
They best mind the children of the lost generation they created and grab a seat on one of the remigration flights.
“They are Man’s,” said the Spirit, looking down upon them. “And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased.”
Canada is sobering up, quietly but progressively. Ontario’s latest LCBO annual report offers a remarkably honest portrait of a province — and indeed a country — entering a new era of alcohol consumption. The topline conclusion is unmistakable: Canadians are drinking less. Not sporadically, not because of a temporary shock, but as part of a sustained behavioural shift driven by economics, demographics, social norms, and increasingly, the availability of legal cannabis as a substitute.
Smokey bars are a fond memory of the long ago past for me. They became a lot less inviting when smoking was banned.
Costs are steep nowadays I understand, I recall when 40 bucks meant a pretty good evening on the town.
Of course I also remember when a six pack cost two bucks.
I sometimes find myself nostalgic for those many nights I can’t remember.
Young girls used to dream of the day they would don a white dress, clutch a bouquet, and walk down the aisle to wed the love of their life. New data, however, suggests those dreams are scarcer than they were 30 years ago.
A new Pew Research Center analysis of survey data from the University of Michigan found that high schoolers are more reluctant to desire marriage now than they were 30 years ago. Twelfth-grade girls, specifically, are significantly less likely than their male peers to say they want to get married sometime in the future — 61 percent compared to the boys’ 74 percent.
Two polls show that our young people are in deep trouble. Men are emotionally isolated, while women are so filled with hatred for the world in which they find themselves that they want to run away from America altogether. This is what happens when leftism infects women, leaving men to the computer’s cold embrace.
