I took the weekend off from the nooze, and when I went back yesterday, I was sorry I did. I have yet to visit any nooze sites today. Call me chicken.
Among the stories I chose not to cover were these, briefly described, with no links. Aboard an airliner, a man stripped off all his clothes, watched some pornography on his laptop while filthing himself in front of the other passengers, and then attacked a flight attendant. And down in Thailand, a self-described “sex coach”–I did not pursue that any further, but I think it means “prostitute”–claims she’s got the low-down on the Russians stealing the election from Hillary, if only the USA will grant her asylum. I did not ask what she’d done that made her want to be an asylum seeker.
Just another day in the fallen world.
It occurs to me that you can’t screw up your culture just a little bit and expect it not to get worse. We have done things to our culture that stop just short of nuking it. I mean, what was the wacko on the airplane thinking?
We can’t keep doing what we’re doing and get away with it. Kill your culture, and it will kill you back. We have to turn around and march back, double-time, in the opposite direction.
While we still can.