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Update, via the comments:

Liz directs us to a Guardian article, adding, not unreasonably,

Indeed, the article in question, by Ms Sangeeta Pillai, “a writer, podcaster and feminist activist” who “grew up in a Mumbai slum,” is, one might say, an example of concentrated Guardian. By which I mean, contrived to the point of being perverse. As readers may deduce from the headline:

In what follows, Ms Pillai informs us of how she is “exhausted by the pointless stream of politeness” – say, when buying coffee. “I now find myself saying thank you at least 10 times a day and sometimes many more,” says she.

And so, we arrive at the framing of routine courtesy – thanking a shop assistant for being helpful, or a waiter for bringing your meal, drinks, etc – as “incessant ‘thank you’ culture.” Something to be dispensed with – banned, even. Because that normal social lubricant – acknowledging others in a tiny but agreeable way – is just too much effort, apparently. Exhausting, to be precise.

Says Ms Pillai, mockingly,

Well, a few months ago, I was wafting around a department store, searching for some new shirts, but with only a vague idea of what it is I wanted. A young woman took maybe fifteen minutes of her time to help me find exactly what I was looking for, with several pleasing surprises. The idea of not thanking her for her help, her eye, and her ability to decode my half-arsed attempts to describe what I had in mind, strikes me as rude, gratingly so. That the young woman was being paid by an employer was, in context, immaterial.

Yet this is what’s being proposed. Adding specks of grit to normal social interactions. Because everyone wants a working day that’s just that little bit shittier.

Commenter Ccscientist adds,

While Fred the Fourth quotes Robert Heinlein:

And that’s before we get to the wearyingly common phenomenon – not least in the Guardian – of tone-deaf columnists who boast of their immigrant status as if it were a credential, a basis for deference, while lecturing the indigenous on the supposedly profound inadequacies of the country to which they have migrated, and in which they choose to remain. Those allegedly fatiguing customs of civility.

As if that in itself weren’t obnoxious.

And at a time when the coarsening of social interaction, a swell in casual rudeness, due in large part to the behaviour of new arrivals, is very much on the minds of a great many people.

A reminder, should one be needed, that we live in an age of ironies:

WATCH: Community defenders stop an out of state vehicle at the filter blockade, run the plate through a database, and confirm whether the vehicle is affiliated with abductors before letting it through. pic.twitter.com/20ygmoclDt

— jerrynmn1 (@jerrynmn12) February 2, 2026

“Papers, please. I see you’re not from around here.”

Update, via the comments:

Rafi adds,

Well, you’d think that on just a thematic level there might be some dim flickering. But apparently not. And so we get psychological misfits setting up their own checkpoints and harassing random drivers.

EmC asks, not unfairly,

They do seem to think they’re in charge of who may travel where, which laws may be enforced, or indeed broken, and which election results can be ignored.

And doubtless other things.

Update 2:

Just in case the above isn’t sufficiently telling:

BREAKING – A Black ICE agent is going viral after asking a leftist if they are a man, causing leftists around him to crash out and call the agent a “house n*gger” as they drive off. pic.twitter.com/qaSYsK0C8q

— Right Angle News Network (@Rightanglenews) February 3, 2026

Note the epithet chosen by these, like, totally anti-racist titans.

Update 3:

With a hint of incredulity, commenter Aitch adds,

Ah, yes, but those murderers, armed robbers and child molesters add so much local colour. They’re the lynchpins of the community.

In the searchable archive linked above, there are, I note, 75 pages of illegal criminal migrants – close to 1,000 perpetrators – under the child molestation category alone.

But hey, you fight the power, man.

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I fear we’ve been neglecting the arts. We must correct that immediately, lest we be mistaken for heathen savages. And so, via Mr Treesong, here’s Los Angeles choreographer Shoji Yamasaki and his mimetic convulsions:

Shoji Yamasakı is a pertormance artist behind the ongoing project Littered Mvmnts. He studies trash caught in the wind, and translates their erratic movement into precise, choreographed performances. pic.twitter.com/y7IpjgT2pC

— Interesting As Fuck (@interesting_aIl) January 24, 2026

Hey, you’ll get what you’re given and like it.

Mr Yamasaki describes himself as,

Which perhaps tells us much of what we need to know.

As the Littered Mvmnts project, of which the above is but a sample, is ongoing, additional convulsions can be had here.

Details of Mr Yamasaki’s other, less acclaimed works are also available.

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From Minneapolis, where vigorously progressive protesting is very in right now:

🚨🇺🇸 ANOTHER FIGHT IN MINNEAPOLIS – MISTAKEN IDENTITY TRIGGERS CHAOS

Another street fight just broke out after someone was falsely accused of being a “Nazi.”

Sheriff’s deputies pulled up fast, but then someone in the crowd shouted, “he’s one of us.”

Source: @BGOnTheScene https://t.co/PDZ9wlnufV pic.twitter.com/ppLDBfj0a5

— Mario Nawfal (@MarioNawfal) January 17, 2026

“He’s one of us!”

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Or, Bint Regurgitates.

As we gingerly lower our buttocks into the hot bath of 2026, let’s kick things off with a super-confident listing of white-devil inadequacy:

People have lots of theories about what causes this, but consider, for example, the claim that white people don’t use seasoning because we’re afraid of seeming too ethnic. This is…basically just bizarre. That’s not a real claim. She’s never heard anybody say that. Nobody *has*… https://t.co/AVpaytdJL8

— wanye (@xwanyex) January 3, 2026

The departure from history and reality is, needless to say, very much a signature of the type, practically an obligation. The very footing of it all. Reality would likely make the required pretending, the status-bestowing posture, so much more bothersome.

Regarding the white devils’ alleged fear of seasoning, for instance, one might mention the European salt roads and the somewhat extensive role of People Of Pallor in the global spice trade of the fifteenth, sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. The words Dutch East India Company and British East India Company come to mind. To say nothing of the building of overseas factories to process spices, the fortified network of trading outposts, and the establishing of maritime trade routes.

The claim, aired above, that white devils can’t dance, possibly on account of our tight trousers and insufficiently vigorous ectoplasm, has of course been touched on here before.

And regarding the assertion, mouthed with great confidence, that, “white people don’t have culture,” I’ll merely note one of the many corrective replies,

Ms Kylie Brewer, featured above, is, she boasts, a “content creator, writer, and activist with a background in education and political storytelling.” Hence, one assumes, the departures from reality. She’s also a high-school teacher, a person who teaches others, and she’s very much “anti-racist.” Which would, I suppose, explain the endless, contrived disdain for people who happen to have pale skin.

Because contradictions don’t exist in Ms Brewer’s mental world.

Readers may recall Ms Brewer’s inadvertently revealing attempt to debate Andrew Wilson. It is, I think, fair to say it did not go well.

Setting aside the clumsy attempts at emotional manipulation, readers may note how Ms Brewer’s sudden-onset “health issues” and urgent need to leave evaporated – one might say instantly – on hearing that there was a chance of more money.

Ms Brewer has subsequently and repeatedly referred to her “traumatic experience” – i.e., being asked to support her claims with, you know, evidence – as akin to sexual assault. Such are the mighty Amazons of which the legends foretold.

Update, via the comments:

Liz notes Ms Brewer’s position of trust as a teacher and adds, drily,

Well, quite. And which invites a thought that the aspects of Ms Brewer’s personality that one might regard as suboptimal – the casual dishonesty, the willingness to mouth utter bollocks, the blatant racism – may well be considered credentials by her employers.

Desirable attributes.

Readers may wish to imagine employing as an educator someone who insists, publicly and emphatically, that white people “don’t have culture,” and that “every element of white culture,” which apparently doesn’t exist, “has been stolen from people of colour.” Someone who asserts with enormous confidence that white people shun seasoning for reasons of racism and a fear of seeming “too ethnic.”

All while adding, “I am not exaggerating.”

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