“Open borders” advocate Nicholas Decker shares his thoughts on totally progressive fatherhood:

So far, so good. If not exactly newsworthy. Perhaps a twist is coming, some needless contrivance.

Ah.

There we go. Not sure if watching is involved.

It seems we’re expected to follow Mr Decker’s lead, into that glorious tomorrow, where cuckoldry is ascendant, an ideal, and where fathers and their children are biologically disconnected and physically estranged. Because that always goes smoothly. No issues there. There follows a rather flattened understanding of genetics, and much convoluted fretting, but the gist is,

At which point, readers may be wondering if there’s something wrong with Mr Decker. I mean, some debilitating condition that he would rather not pass on.

I sense a looming but.

It strikes me as a little odd, in terms of hypothetical fatherhood, comparing one’s own as-yet-unknown potential in that regard against some entirely abstract ideal, the particulars of which remain unclear. Fatherhood, I’ve been told, more than once, is very much a process of discovery, and indeed self-discovery.

I’m reminded of the boastfully oblivious noises poked at here. From childless progressives who claimed to view any hypothetical parenting on their part, the birth of a child, as some arbitrary occurrence, unmoored from any biological inheritance or preceding events. Childless progressives who were seemingly unfamiliar with the strange pleasure of seeing one’s children develop the features and attributes of oneself, one’s partner, and various relatives.

However,

Bodes well.

He cares quite a lot about other people, you see. Just not his own family. Hence pursuing biological disconnection, the breaking of lineage and ancestry. At which point, any passing psychiatrists are welcome to chip in.

And then, of course, there’s the issue of whether biological connectedness might be statistically optimal in terms of parenting, engagement, avoiding neglect, and so forth. As available data would suggest. And which would seem to have bearing on any child’s odds of flourishing and happiness.

Needless to say, replies to Mr Decker on X have been lively:

Devil Himself to pass within mere miles of council staff workplace, sandbags deployed, weeping ensues:

Although Mr Farage’s brief presence in the city will have “no direct impact” on Council staff, Leeds City Council human resources chief, Mr John Ebo, has assured pre-emptively traumatised employees that they will be comforted with “wellbeing network chats.” “Safe space conversations” will, of course, be “enabled.”

Council employees are urged to “be vigilant.”

I’m just going to leave this here, for no reason whatsoever.

Readers may detect an implicit gulf, both political and psychological, between much of the electorate and the people who spend their money.

And then, quite suddenly, the drugs kicked in. || Discourse was attempted. || Wakawakawaka. || He kept it well hidden. || For when you have to leave quickly. || Free-love nest. || At last, a Bob Ross diorama. || Confidence in wrongdoing. || Boat fence. || “Why would they make the box shinier if it’s not better?” || He’s going to have to start wearing a bra. || How broken bones heal. || His is bigger. || Black hole simulator. || Blessing of note. || For the birthday girl. || With bonus meatiness. || Message not received. || And exactly how many negroes do you employ? || The unspanked seek likes. || The progressive retail experience, parts 708, 709 and 710. || Overseas. || Oh, those Himalayas. || To and fro. || Fire, seen from underneath. || And finally, Hostile Volume, a game about terrible controls.

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Today’s word is ballsy.

Apparently, the house cleaner was scoring the pills.

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Three snippets on a theme.

First up, because we’ve been starved of irony, some news from Brazil:

Because when you think of the dignity of women, you immediately picture drag queens.

Mr Hilton, a member of the Socialism and Liberty Party, has responded to his critics – people suggesting that perhaps the president of a Women’s Rights Committee might be an actual, you know, woman – by denouncing them as “LGBTphobes” and “defenders of paedophilia.” Which may strike readers as a little rich, given statistical realities.

On which, more shortly.

Mr Hilton has filed a criminal complaint against one of his critics, via the Public Prosecutor’s Office of São Paulo – and demands for the equivalent of $1.9 million dollars – on grounds that said critic failed to perceive Mr Hilton as a woman. A failure to affirm, or indeed to hallucinate, that Mr Hilton has seen fit to construe as “violence.”

And because a cake needs icing,

Meanwhile, in the laugh-a-minute world of transgender Reddit moderators:

And from Rhode Island’s educational bureaucracy:

But remember, dear citizen, these are Things That Never Happen.