“All we ever wanted was to be a part of creating a more beautiful planet.”

A tale of tax, utopia, and human faeces.

In crime news:

A trans-identified male sex offender who attempted to enrol at a local high school in Oregon… was arrested… after an officer at South Albany High School reported him for pretending to be a 15-year-old girl in order to register as a student.

Or, when sexual predation meets Scooby Doo.

On mathematics as an alleged cause of racial trauma; on the fare-dodging hipsters of San Francisco; and on the imagined importance of politically radical tableware:

Ms Burgher approvingly cites Ms Robin DiAngelo, a fellow peddler of neurosis, the L Ron Hubbard of wokeness, and whose devotees, as we’ve seen, are often wildly unhinged and nakedly malevolent. Which probably tells us much of what we need to know about Ms Burgher and her racial affectations. The mindset she wishes to inflict on others. And by extension, those who succumb.

And so, Ms Burgher makes her unattractive tat, and calls it art, and treads on ceramic eggshells, and calls it performance art, while listing the hallucinatory evils of having pale skin. And while telling those sufficiently credulous that “whiteness is oppression,” the source of all that is wrong, a basis for eternal shame, and that white people should “not behave white.”

You see, we will purge the world of bigotry by embracing wholesale the mental habits of the bigot.

Readers will doubtless have noted the remarks on turgidity and percentages, and may have calculated that ten percent of twenty-four hours is two hours and twenty-four minutes, which, regarding the phenomenon in question, is not an insignificant amount of time. Readers may also wonder by what motherly means this knowledge of arousal was arrived at.

Two scenes of very modern divulging.

Or, how dare you defend your home and loved ones from sociopathic intruders with long criminal histories:

It seems to me that the decision to forcibly violate someone’s home, generally at a time when the homeowner is at their most vulnerable, intent on predation and likely worse, and doing so for the umpteenth time, is precisely how you know that the intruder’s wellbeing is of very low importance. To assume that a home invader is anything less than an existential threat is, as seen in the links below, foolish in the extreme – and morally perverse.

It may be unkind – but it would not, I think, be unfair – to wish upon Mr Zbur and his fellow progressives some first-hand experience of the home-invasion scenarios that they would happily see others endure, passively and impotently, and sometimes not survive, supposedly in the name of “progress.” And fairness to burglars.

Oh, there’s more.

“Does it feel dysphoric because it’s long, or does it feel better because it’s long?”

“A little bit of both. It kind of changes every day.”

Welcome to the world of hair dysphoria.