Backstory:

Home secretary Shabana Mahmood has warned that “misinformation and inflammatory commentary is making a dreadful situation even worse” as anger over the case of Henry Nowak was stoked further by Nigel Farage, who urged the public to respond with “pure cold rage”.

In a statement to the Commons, Ms Mahmood revealed that a police officer wrongly identified as having arrested the dying teenager has received death threats and been forced into hiding amid a “dangerous undercurrent”.

Chilling video footage from the night Nowak was killed shows that police handcuffed the 18-year-old student as he lay on the ground, despite his repeated pleas that he could not breathe. He died shortly afterwards.

In footage recorded by a body-worn camera of the incident in Southampton, Nowak can be heard repeatedly saying “I’ve been stabbed”, to which an officer replies: “Don’t think you have, mate.”

Sir Keir Starmer described the video as “harrowing”, adding: “I have to say, as the father of a 17-year-old boy, I felt sick watching it.”

You damned well oughta have felt sick, you pissant Brit scumsucker. Ahh, but don’t let’s any Amurrkin mouthbreathers get to feeling all smug and self-righteous ourselves here, either.

What Should Happen to ATF Agents Who Lied to Put a Man in Prison for 20 Years?
Patrick Tate Adamiak is starting his fourth year of a 20-year federal prison sentence, even though he broke no law and committed no crime. That sad fact leads almost every discussion about the 31-year-old who had no prior criminal history. The public’s attention has been rightfully focused on freeing him from his undeserved incarceration, not on the ATF agents who wrongfully put him in a prison cell for two decades.

As most of you know, Joe Biden’s ATF lied about what their confidential informant had purchased from Adamiak. They lied again to obtain a search warrant of Adamiak’s property. They found nothing illegal while executing their search warrant, so they lied yet again about the legal items they found in order to obtain a conviction.

These untruths, in my humble opinion, were made for three reasons: in order to stave off any claim that Adamiak’s civil rights were violated, to shield the ATF agents from how poorly they conducted the investigation, and to keep secret the fact that they simply can’t work a confidential informant.

The ATF’s lies were so profound they actually turned gun parts into machineguns. Their firearms “experts” even classified a toy as a machinegun—a toy! They misclassified two DEWAT RPGs as actual grenade launchers, which added 15 years to Adamiak’s sentence. An ATF expert even classified seven legal semi-auto handguns, which fire from an open bolt, as machineguns.

Proving once again an age-old home truth: we are forever walking the same dark path towards abject Tyranny Most Foule that our British cousins are, just a cpl-three steps behind them, that’s all. Meanwhile, back to the original propaganda article for yet another totally-missed point.

Mr Farage likened Nowak’s treatment to the killing of George Floyd and said it was evidence of a “two-tier culture”.

See what the Brit twit did there? Under no circumstances should the largely self-initiated death of St George of Fentanyl be likened or equated to the wicked, unholy collaborative murder of the entirely blameless young student Nowak by an impromptu cabal consisting of 1) a murderous nigger Immivader, and 2) the Limey Pigs of PC. All in all, though, Farage is dead on the money.

Mr Farage said Nowak was “actually treated in a way that meant an accusation of a racial slur was treated more seriously than an act of murder”.

“Enough of anti-white prejudice,” he added, suggesting there should be “a promotion of the idea that white lives matter just as much as Black lives”.

Entirely, one hundred and twelve percent correct, sir. The silver lining to the whole sorry mess:

On Tuesday night, Mahmood condemned “disgraceful” scenes of violence after riot police were pelted with bottles and bricks during a protest near the home of Mr Nowak’s killer in Southampton.

Videos shared on social media showed officers being pelted with stones and bricks on a residential street in the St Denys area, where Mr Nowak was killed.

As they damned well ought to be.

• The US remains a paper tiger, a mere hollowed-out shell of its former WW2-era self
• At bottom, the fact is that neither this nation’s government nor its people have the stomach, the will, or the pugnacity required to wage war and win against a determined enemy
• Despite our military capabilities, they therefore have little to fear from the US—irrespective of which side of the uniParty coin happens to be in charge at any given time

Ultimately, it all boils down to this:

Trump has been trying to induce the murderous mullahs in Iran to make the reasonable choice and surrender, but in half a century of perpetual terrorism, the Iranian regime has yet to show any sign that they value reason over religious fanaticism. If you believe Allah has given you a mission to destroy the “great Satan” America and will reward you through eternity for fighting to do so, you’re not likely to make well-reasoned choices.

The Iranian regime has repeatedly violated ceasefires, rejected every peace offer from Trump, and most recently put out a €50 million, or approximately $58 million, price on Trump’s head, just after an Iran-tied assassin made an attempt on Ivanka Trump.

It remains to be seen how many more strikes it will take to bring the terrorist regime in Tehran completely to its knees. Hopefully every last genocidal jihadi leader will have gone to meet his master below before we’re through.

Hopefully, yeah. Because until Trump’s stated goal (initially, at least) of removing/replacing the Mad Mullah regime is achieved, then we won’t actually BE through, nor will we have won a damned thing. It’s a lead-pipe cinch that, should this latest round in the Fifty Years’ War© peter out with a pallid, half-assed “victory,” we’ll be right back over there in ten-20 years to do it all over again.

BOTTOM LINE: Before the Mad Mullah regime can be removed/replaced, the Mullahs will have to be dead, dead, DEAD…ALL the Mad Mullahs. All else aside, THAT is the real job here, THAT is the only real solution to the half-century-old Iran Problem. Since our Iranian enemies are implacable, resolute, single-minded extremists, they will never back down, never yield, never abandon the dream of world domination. This is a foe who cannot be reasoned with, bargained with, or talked down off the apocalyptic ledge his  primitve ideology has forced him out onto.

Assuming, of course, that there’s ever a non-D卐M☭CRAT PoTUS again, that is. Grim as it all looks from here, we must all hope.

All of which leaves us with two stark, unpleasant scenarios: 1) we put ’em down like rabid dogs, ruthlessly, in great enough numbers that the ragged few survivors are left in such terror of the American infidel that the very idea of ever lifting a finger against us again reduces them to stammering, pants-pissing quasi-catatonia; 2) we stack arms, beg for mercy, and swear total fealty to Allah the All Powerful, All Merciful, and All Benevolent.

In the first, the soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines who execute it will be haunted by sweaty, vivid nightmares and dreadful flashbacks rerunning slaughter, carnage, and dead comrades for the rest of their days. In the second, we will be slaves, all pride, dignity, and individual determination stripped from each and every one of us by our triumphanr enemy.

Bad as both options are, I can’t see any difficulty about deciding which scenario I prefer. Nor do I feel the least guilt over it. Because the US government supported the Shah for decades—a real piece of work himself, who treated his populace cruelly and harshly—the Revolutionary Pisslamic government, once it had deposed him,, embarked on a long-term campaign of terrorism, guerilla warfare, and despicable murder in search of revenge. The attacks, the recriminations, the insults and denunciations have neitther stopped nor slowed since the Mullahs seized power in 1979, effectively assuming the mantle of proto-feudal Warlords Of Persia.

SO, then: either we hike up our Big Boy Britches, gird our loins, and put an end to this vicious, Neantherdal nut-jobbery once and for all; OR: we resign ourselves to the national shame and disgrace of being the whipping boy for the Mullahs; accept a certain amount of annual civilian casualties from Moslem terrorist violence and the lowered standard of living which comes along with abject cowardice and defeat; and wash our hands of the whole sordid mishegoss. Then, we hold a press conference to declare “victory,” cross our fingers, and pray for a happy ending.

We’ll know soon enough whether or not Amerika v2.0 is up to the task before it.

Castro’s Cuban Imperialists: As with Nicaragua’s Maduro in 2026, So, in 1973, with Chile’s Allende
In an amazing news development regarding Trump’s Venezuela raid in January, Instapundit’s Stephen Green has linked to an eye-opening post on X Twitter by @WhatJosueSays.

Intelligence reports stated Maduro “feared” taking Trump up on his deal, because he was scared to be executed by his Cuban handlers

When he was captured, he was being guarded by around 30-40 Cubans

Now why on earth would the president of a sovereign country be guarded and “handled” by guards from other countries?

Because the only colonizers and imperialists for the past 67 years, are the same ones who have blamed the US for these actions:

The Cuban Regime.

The fascinating, eye-opening story continues from there, to dop the final curtain thusly:

As I said: fascinating. If Trump seriously does intend to clean up this dirty, corrupt ol’ world, I’d say he has his work cut out for him. Hell, de-corrupting this Hemisphere alone would be a truly Herculean task.

I was just about to add something along the lines of, “thank goodness our own homegrown Commie rat-bastards aren’t quite as murderous and just generally godawful as the Cuban variety,” but what with everything our domestic Reds have been getting themselves up to over the last cpl-three decades, I believe I’ll just keep my big mouth shut for a change.

Longtime readers will no doubt remember the Invasion of the Concerned Christian Conservatives of 2007-2008. As Obama was running for president, and his campaign manager David Axelrod openly promoted using astroturf — fake grassroots enthusiasm — to promote his Manchurian Candidate, there were suddenly dozens of never-before-seen commenters (and never again seen, too) who flooded the comments areas with comments that all followed the same three scripts:

Hi everyone. I’ve been a conservative Christian my whole life, but I’m very concerned about the direction that Bush took this country in, and which McCain is threatening to take it. While I have never before voted for a Democrat of any kind, I’m so concerned about the state of the country that I have decided to vote for the moderate centrist common-sense Democrat Barack Obama.

He will bring hope to the country and heal our wounds.

Over and over and over and over — the same canned script being pumped out by David Axelrod’s army of Paid Election Interferers.

We used to call this “Mobying” because Moby, the bald gay vegan techno musician no one ever liked, explicitly championed spamming the comments of news sites and blogs with fake messages to trick Christians into voting for the extinction of Western civilization.

We saw a very clumsy effort from the Democrats to convince us that all straight truck-driving beer-drinking Real Men were totally supporting Noted He-Man Tim Walz.

You will not be too terribly surprised to learn that the same Concerned Christian Conservative Seminar Commenters have been reactivated to boost the gay Satanic seminarian Talarico.

Follows, a sample of this standard-issue, Mark 1-Mod-0 D卐M☭CRAT deception tactic and more rips on the creep Talarico, of which you should read the all. All I can say is, if Ken Paxton doesn’t tump this guy’s ass like a big bass drum, then We’ll know for sure that Texas is well and truly lost, leaving DeSantis’s Florida as the last bastion of America That Was and those of us who mourn Her loss.

Happily, the Bee has something to say about all this also, which in addition to being funy as all Hell, would tend to back up my contention just now about Texas being lost.

Heh. See what I mean?

Update! Their contemptible lies are so not-credible, so lame and obvious, that the slimeballs themselves don’t even believe them.

YMCA in liberal city finally cracks down with new rules after trans woman exposed pre-op privates in female locker room
A trans woman named Sammy has been banned from flaunting her pre-op privates at a YMCA in liberal San Francisco after a sustained freak out by gym goers, the Daily Mail has learned.

OFFICIAL CF TRANSLATION: “Trans woman” actually means “man.” “Pre-op privates” is actually a polite euphemism for “cock and balls.” “Flaunting her (sic)…privates” actually means “terrorizing women by chasing them around the Ladies’ changing room buck nekkid while whipping his lizard.”

The Stonestown Family YMCA has posted new rules preventing the sort of behavior that got Sammy in trouble, prohibiting excessive nudity in the women’s locker room.

Sammy, who’s stood firm for two years despite horrifying women and children, hasn’t been seen since the new rules went into effect.

Susan Pete, a 59-year-old member who was one of Sammy’s most vocal critics, told the Daily Mail that the new rules seem specifically written for Sammy, who has been accused of violating each one of them.

Pete said she’s happy Sammy’s gone, but she and many other members are wondering about a new policy that seems impractical.

Given the Y’s obvious reluctance to violate PC protocol and properly lower the boom on this head case, I’d say “impractical’ might be putting it mildly.

YMCA officials, however, defended Sammy’s use of the women’s locker room, citing her ‘civil rights’. This only inflamed outrage from other members who felt uncomfortable seeing a husky trans woman with male genitalia and ‘slowly growing breasts’ roaming around in front of women and children.

‘I’ve seen that man more than most of my boyfriends,’ Pete told the Daily Mail last year.

Some women stopped coming, while others stood up to her.

OFFICIAL CF TRANSLATION: “Her” actually means “him.”

At the Berkeley YMCA, member Elizabeth Kenney recalled seeing Sammy ‘harassing’ an elderly member who’d asked her to ‘cover up.’

OFFICIAL CF TRANSLATION: “Cover up” actually means “put some goddamned clothes on and stop waving your goob at me, freak.”

‘If you don’t like the way I look, then you’ve got a sexual problem with yourself,’ Sammy allegedly told the senior.

OFFICIAL CF TRANSLATION: “You’ve got a sexual problem with yourself” actually means “I’VE got a sexual problem with MYself.”

‘Get away from her, leave her alone,’ Kenney recalled telling Sammy. ‘You’re a man, you don’t belong here.’

OFFICIAL CF TRANSLATION: One hundred percent true and accurate, no translation needed.

‘He used (his hand-mirror) as if it were a rear view mirror to look at me behind himself,’ Anne wrote in the report. ‘His eyes caught mine in the mirror and I froze.’

Anne described another time she allegedly ‘paraded’ around in front of two young children.

Because Of COURSE he did.

Elizabeth, 23, told the Daily Mail about another time she was ‘repulsed and angry’ to see Sammy ‘blow drying his entire naked body, including his penis, posed in front of all of the other women.’

OFFICIAL CF TRANSLATION: “Blow-drying his…penis” actually means “flogging his log.”

A pic from the article of this fat, ugly, batshit-crazy old freak:

Eggg-zackly, dude.

Via Ace, who notes:

So the (new) rule limits the freedom of children who are using the correct locker room, while the aggressive, menacing male pervert gets to flap his dick around.

That’s about the size of it, yeah. Sad as it is, that shouldn’t come as any great surprise, either. For the Almighty Superstate, the main thing, the truly vital aspect of this disgusting dustup, is that maladjusted weirdos be empowered–nay, encouraged–to get their sick jollies at the expense of anybody and everybody, wherever and whenever, that’s all. We forget or ignore this at our own grave peril, which would have to be the most fucked-up aspect of all.

U.S. Conducts Self-Defense Strikes Against Iran
Fox News Chief National Security Correspondent Jennifer Griffin said CENTCOM spokesman Captain Tim Hawkins confirmed to Fox that CENTCOM conducted the strikes. The news comes as the negotiations with Iran’s terrorist regime stall, with the regime calling for Trump’s assassination and Trump becoming frustrated with their unwillingness to surrender their nuclear program.

Griffin posted Hawkins’ statement. “U.S. forces conducted self-defense strikes in southern Iran today to protect our troops from threats posed by Iranian forces,” he said. “Targets included missile launch sites and Iranian boats attempting to emplace mines. U.S. Central Command continues to defend our forces while using restraint during the ongoing ceasefire.”

Missile launchers? Iranian mine-layers? But…but..but I had been given to understand that all that stuff had been destroyed already! Brace yourself for the crucial bits (bold mine, of course and as usual):

As I wrote earlier, the Iranian regime does not even pretend to be anything but America’s worst enemy. After half a century of terrorism, the Iranian regime has repeatedly violated ceasefires, rejected every peace offer from Trump, and most recently put out a €50 million, or approximately $58 million, price on Trump’s head, just after an Iran-tied assassin made an attempt on Ivanka Trump.

Trump has already demanded Iran sign onto the Abraham Accords with Israel, which the Hamas- and Hezbollah-sponsoring regime won’t do. “In speaking to numerous of the Great Leaders mentioned above, they would be honored, as soon as our Document is signed, to have the Islamic Republic of Iran as part of the Abraham Accords. Wow, now that would be something special! This will be the most important Deal that any of these Great, but always in Conflict Countries, will ever sign,” he posted Monday.

Fucking pathetic, that’s what. Wonder what Trump’s response would be should one of the Mad Mullahs (who were also said to have been blown to Perdition early in the festivities, apparently an erroneous claim) hopped a flight to DC, swaggered into the Oval Office, spit in Trump’s face, closing the impromptu presentation by dropping trou and cracking a steaming, malodorous Stink Pickle atop the Resolute Desk. A call for more useless “negotations,” mayhap? A formal apology for said loaf-pinching Camel Humper—printed on the top-shelf White House stationery, natch—for offering insult, offense, and injury, wittingly and gratuitously, with malice aforethought, to the Grand and Glorious Islamic Republic of Iran?

Get a fucking clue, Mr President. The Pisslamic Republic’s rulers want nothing whatever to do with your “Abraham Accords.” Nor will they ever agree to give up whatever nuclear material they may retain; any and all bomb-grade fissionables must either be physically, forcibly taken away from them, or bombed into nonexistence. Rest assured, also, that the Mullahs are NOT going to change their minds about these things, no matter how skilled and/or persuasive a deal-maker you may be. You’re wasting everyone’s time—yours, theirs, mine, EVERYONE’S—with your foredoomed pursuit of unrealizable fever-dreams.

Eradicate the maniacal thugs; crush the Iranian government like so many pestiferous insects under a booted Western heel, that would be my personal preference. Alternatively, you could also 1) shut the fucking fuck up about Iran, and keep your lips tightly buttoned for the duration, or even just 2) bend your knee to the Mad Mullahs and surrender outright.

Neither of which options I much like, I must say. Nonetheless, like it or lump it, there are NO other realistic choices left to us here. Sadly, your insistence on phantom “negotiations,” “agreements,” and “cease-fires” have now become so meaningless, so ineffectual, that the Mullahs don’t even bother to acknowledge them by sending one of their lowest-level regime flunkies out to Pock-Eee-Stawn anymore—which insistence, to my way of thinking, means allowing yourself to be publicly chumped by the tried and true Mad Mullah Lie, Cheat, ’n’ STALL con-job—has put Western “infidels” in actual, for-real danger.

I love ya, man, you know I do; I’ve said so plenty of times, here and elsewhere. But this blowhard circle-jerkery is simply not gonna cut it anymore, and I am by no means the only one who thinks so, trust me on that.

The Mullahs are dedicated, conniving, slippery, unrelenting (pseudo-)religious fanatics. Attempting to strike any kind of bargain with the vicious lunatics is a mug’s game. They will NEVER abide by any agreement you manage to wrangle out of them; at this point, the contempt they hold for you, your Administration’s personnel, the American nation itself along with all Americans, is so palpable as to be dang near visible, burned like a tattoo into their filthy skins. Rather than disgrace themselves and insult their bloodythirsty False God by attempting to keep said contempt on the down-low, they’ve flaunted it for all the 47 years-plus of their pre-Medieval regime’s putrid existence.

I said it two weeks ago; it was true then, it’s still true now, and I by-God meant every last word of it. Either end this dismal “negotiations” charade and resume full-on, no-holds-barred aerial and/or naval bombardment of all and every even nominally strategic target where you left off RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, or pull out in shame, disgrace, and humiliating defeat a la the ignominious Biden Bugout in Kabul. In this fight, to pull any punches is to lose all. After a practically unbroken 60-70 year losing streak, we can’t afford any more losses; the price is just too durn steep.

Them’s the cards you were dealt, Mr Trump; play the hand or fold, it’s in your hands now. You initiated this latest shitfling—after nigh on five (5) decades of incessant Iranian provocations, a one-way war which resulted in thousands of American lives lost for no good reason—a difficult but absolutely necessary undertaking I vociferously supported at the time, and still do today. As the man in the hot seat you’ve been implicitly charged with deciding whether to shit or get off the pot, as my Grandma used to say. In this instance, that’s by no means as simple and straightforward a proposition as it might seem at first glance to be.

Sorry, ain’t no magical, mystical Third Way off the horns of this dilemna, I’m afraid. Every US Prez-mo-dent since Ronnie The Magnificent having assiduously danced around the perennial Iran Problem, the onetime molehill of taking out Iran’s Mad Mullah regime has grown and grown until it’s become a mountain too high for even the most brash, aggressive, overly-confident mere mortal among us to so much as dream of successfully scaling.

And so here we all are, then. Ain’t nothing to it but to do it, Mr President, sir. Time to buckle down and git ‘er DONE, and you know it is. In the words of the violent, cowardly Leftorrhoid “protesters” during the infamous Chicago D卐M☭CRAT convention riots of 1968: The whole world’s watching. And, y’know, waiting as well. Don’t let us down.

Memorial Day Tragedy: Veteran ‘Trump House’ Owner Dies After Vicious Assault
After his neighbor savagely attacked him unprovoked on May 20, the U.S. Army veteran who owns a California home famous for its huge Donald Trump signs passed away just before Memorial Day.

Kerry Sheron had gained local notoriety in his Escondido community for hanging Make America Great Again banners and American flags all over his house. But a younger man — who is, ironically, also a veteran — assaulted him so horribly on May 20 that Sheron died on Sunday, May 24, according to the California Post. Police are refusing to offer clues as to the motive, but Sheron has previously complained about vandalism of his banners and flags, and his wife believes the attack could be political.

The attacker, 32-year-old Thomas Caleb Butler, abruptly approached Sheron outside his home and began beating him. Deputy District Attorney Ross Garcia explained, “It was a single punch to the jaw. The victim then falls to the floor, and there are subsequent hits to the victim’s head area.”

Despite all that, Butler has pleaded not guilty to murder, elder abuse, criminal threats and battery. It appears, therefore, that he has displayed absolutely no regret or repentance for his deadly attack. He is in jail without bail, and officials are considering homicide charges.

“Considering”? What the actual fuck is UP with that arrant horseshit? We all know very well why this violent “liberal” piece of shit did what he did, just like we all know he really ought to be beaten to death himself for it pour encourager les autres. Another thing we all know: the oxygen thief Butler will almost certainly skate for this murder most foul, or perhaps be given at the very most a light slap on the back of his hand for this patent HHHHHH8 Crime.

All of which makes this clip of old school Chicago flatfoot Jim Malone’s final question for G-man Elliott Ness even more apropos, timely, and relevant than it already was.

Safe-bet answer: absolutely, positively nothing whatsoever, that’s what.

No Wonder Men Are Opting Out
The warning signs have been there for decades. Back in 1983, American author Barbara Ehrenreich wrote a powerful book — The Hearts of Men: American Dreams and the Flight from Commitment — arguing that a male revolt was underway. Since the 1950s, she suggested, men had begun rebelling against the breadwinner ethic, inspired by Playboy culture, the counterculture and a desire for personal freedom. They were rejecting the cultural ideology that had shamed them into tying the knot and becoming a good provider, lest they be seen as immature, irresponsible and less than a real man.

Ehrenreich understood that marriage was the mechanism by which society harnessed male productivity. Remove the shame and the yoke comes off.

Forty years on, the yoke has disappeared. In April 2026, the American male labour force participation rate hit its lowest level since records began in the 1940s, according to the US Bureau of Labour Statistics. One in three American men — roughly 33% — were not working or actively looking for work. The overall male participation rate for men aged 16 and over stood at just 67%, down from 73.5% two decades ago and from 87% in the postwar years when Ehrenreich’s story begins.

The trend is not confined to America. Similar declines — though less dramatic than in the United States — have occurred in the UK, Australia and Canada.

The marriage collapse runs in lockstep with the workforce data. According to US Census Bureau data, married-couple households made up 71% of all US households in 1970; today it’s just 47%. As University of Virginia sociologist Brad Wilcox documents in his 2024 book Get Married, the marriage rate has fallen 65% in the last half century.

Ehrenreich had made the argument that marriage and productivity were inseparable — that the same mechanism which got men to the altar got them to work. The data suggest she was right.

Follows, a dismal recitative of just how seriously godawful modern, hyper-Feminazi-ized American dames really are, after which gruesome litany the Big Q drops like an H-bomb:

What rational man reads this list and thinks: yes, that’s exactly what’s been missing from my life?

Why, I’m sure that LOTS of men would say that they…that is, there’s gotta PLENTY of men who…oh dammit, hold everything; she said RATIONAL men, didn’t she?

Awwww, sheeeeiiiit. Never mind. */Emily Litella voice*

Y’all realize, don’t you, that one of Communism’s first and foremost imperatives calls for the destruction of the traditional nuclear family, right? That no less a shambolic Red-toothed drunkard than ol’ Karl hisself considered this destruction to be no less essential an ingredient in the establishment of World Communism than the official State injunction against religious belief; faith-related totems, icons, texts, and other sacred paraphernalia; church buildings themselves; and/or worship services?

I dunno, must be a weird coinkydink or sump’in, I guess. Why, it couldn’t possibly be that the above-cited procedural guidelines and/or requisite preconditions amount to a kinda-sorta Prime Directive from whence Beastly Benito’s well-known “Everything within the State, nothing outside the State, nothing against the State” formulation derived. I mean, could it?!?

Sheesh. From all that, our aformentioned Reasonable Man (if you can find one at this point) might well conclude that the Almighty Superstate simply abjures competition altogether, in and of itself; views ANY kind of competition as an enemy, a constant, deadly threat; and will never, EVER tolerate such a noxious weed taking root and growing within it. Indeed, the Superstate wiill stick at naught to rip competition from its national soil completely, at the first hint of its presence therein.

By these fruits shall ye liberty-minded know the tyrannical nature of thine government, howsoever vehemently it may proclaim to the contrary. By these lights shall ye descry whether you remain citizens, or have instead been reduced to hapless subjects under said government—no longer Masters of your so-called Public Servants, but groveling, forelock-tugging Servants to them.

Which, in turn, posits a Big Q of its own—the Biggest of them all, the Question which no liberty-minded person can afford to pretend he doesn’t hear.

And then we come to this amusing/annoying/infuriating passage:

“The online feminist scene often feels like one long group therapy session for women to compare notes on how awful men are,” she writes, suggesting this makes men the universal scapegoat, where ordinary male behaviour is routinely framed as toxic or oppressive, while women’s collective resentment is rewarded and amplified. “Casual, low-level male-bashing has become the background hum of progressive online culture.”

Not only does this toxic climate encourage women to be wary of men, but growing up in a hate-fuelled online sewer takes a toll on their mental health. Psychologist Jonathan Haidt has long been warning that the toxic world of social media would lead to a rise in mental health problems, particularly in girls and young women. “Since the early 2010s, young people across the developed world are becoming more anxious, depressed and lonely. The increases were even greater in young women,” he said.

Recent large-scale surveys (Ipsos 202-–2026 across 31 countries, Gallup 2025) are showing Gen Z women currently report the highest recorded levels of anxiety, persistent sadness, hopelessness and depression of any female generation at the same age.

Awww, my heart bleeds for you, sweetcheeks. I promise, it really, truly does.

By the by, that faint, squeaky-scrawky sound you may be hearing is me playing Hearts And Flowers on the world’s smallest violin, in expression of my sympathy for your (self-created, utterly pointless) plight.

Awright, awright, AWRIIIIGHT. You want it, you got it—the cold, stony-hard truth and nothing but: serves you dumb fucking Feminazi termagants right for all me, and tough noogies. I have precisely Zero Fucks Left To Give y’uns over here. Now go soak in the depressing bathtub of tears, desperation, boxed-wine, loneliness, and dissatisfaction Uncompromising Feminist Principle long ago drew for ya, whydon’tcha.

If you aren’t in the mood for a bath right this minute, you could go grind out another sweaty, exhausting hour or perhaps two working out at Planet Fitness instead. Warm up with twenty minutes on the stationary bikes, then hit the Nautilus machines whilst checking out your taut bod and smiling at your reflection in the wall mirrors (any old-school Iron Pile musclehead will tell you that REAL gyms don’t have mirrors and machines; only fancy-schmancy, pretentious “fitness centers” do).

After the rough stuff, it’s off downstairs to the always-crowded Olympic-size pool for some laps, thus completing the actual work-out portion of the festivities. You hit the showers, towel yourself (somewhat) dry; get back into street duds, stagger on legs of rubber back up the stairs and out the main exit to the unlit parking lot, where you climb stiffly, even painfully, into your anonymous grey Toyota for the short dash home. “Home” being the word you grossly overstretch to cover the silent, dark, shockingly overpriced, dispiriting Studio (one 300 sq ft room, one bath, kitchenette in the main room) on the 18th floor of a new high-rise apartment/condo tower located in a decidedly dodgy neighborhood in which you *cough-cough* “live.”

All, y’know, by yourself.

Oops, sorry, my bad; didn’t mean to dump all that grief over your head out of the clear blue like that. Whichever meaningless tail-chase you decide upon as a distraction from your sad, unfulfilling reality tonight, just know I’ll be having a high old time laughing my baggy, happily-single old ass silly over here, thanks.