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Wear A Virtual Hijab

 ... by not smiling. That's the advice to women in places with a lot of Muslim men. 

It never occurred to me that it's not just the bare head, it's also the connotations on the facial expression that matter. You may decide to skip the hijab, but it's advisable to never show warmth to a Muslim man. Yes, I know, there are lots and lots of moderate Muslims.

But which ones are they and which are the ones who take the faith seriously?

I've been concerned that our granddaughter may someday have to wear a hijab, but it looks like long before that, she'll have to wear a virtual one.

Here's the full post from X with the embedded video below.

This American used to be a liberal and was shocked by what she was told in college about Muslims

“I went to college where a social work professor asked our class, what are you doing on an everyday basis to combat racism and prejudice and bigotry? So I raised my hand as a really proud, liberal, naive young woman. I raised my hand so proud and I said, well, when I go to the airport, I always go out of my way to be really nice and smile at Middle Eastern men. because I assume that people have been really mean to them at the airport, so I always go out of my way to smile at them.

And she looked at me in front of the entire class and said, never do that again, because in their culture, smiling at a man means that you're a prostitute, so never do that again”

“I was stunned into silence. And I don't know who needs to hear this today, but sympathy toward an ideology that is openly hostile, brutally oppressive and objectifying to women is not empathy. It's actually what I would call Western privilege. You have the privilege of extending sympathy to men who buy into this radical ideology because you have never been a Middle Eastern woman subject to being under it. How you look at them will never change how they look at you”

For those that didn’t know this, it’s real. In Muslim culture a woman smiling at a man that is not her husband is considered haram (forbidden) and strongly prohibited

Muslims say a woman uncovering her face and smiling at a man can lead to evil, here’s the actual reasoning

“It is haraam for a woman to uncover her face or to smile at a non-mahram man, because of the evil to which that may lead.” 

Our cultures are not equal. Islam is not compatible with Western Civilization

This American used to be a liberal and was shocked by what she was told in college about Muslims “I went to college where a social work professor asked our class, what are you doing on an everyday basis to combat racism and prejudice and bigotry? So I raised my hand as a really proud, liberal, naive young woman. I raised my hand so proud and I said, well, when I go to the airport, I always go out of my way to be really nice and smile at Middle Eastern men. because I assume that people have been really mean to them at the airport, so I always go out of my way to smile at them. And she looked at me in front of the entire class and said, never do that again, because in their culture, smiling at a man means that you're a prostitute, so never do that again” “I was stunned into silence. And I don't know who needs to hear this today, but sympathy toward an ideology that is openly hostile, brutally oppressive and objectifying to women is not empathy. It's actually what I would call Western privilege. You have the privilege of extending sympathy to men who buy into this radical ideology because you have never been a Middle Eastern woman subject to being under it. How you look at them will never change how they look at you” For those that didn’t know this, it’s real. In Muslim culture a woman smiling at a man that is not her husband is considered haram (forbidden) and strongly prohibited Muslims say a woman uncovering her face and smiling at a man can lead to evil, here’s the actual reasoning “It is haraam for a woman to uncover her face or to smile at a non-mahram man, because of the evil to which that may lead.” Our cultures are not equal. Islam is not compatible with Western Civilization

— Wall Street Apes (@WallStreetApes) October 12, 2026

Bonus Content

Dig this interview with Mohammed Saifullah.

British Islamic content creator Muhammad Saifullah said in an October 4, 2026 episode of the Liam Tuffs Podcast that if he were Prime Minister, homosexuals would be arrested, tried in a court of law, and executed, while adulterers would be stoned to death. He continued by saying that anyone who insulted or criticized the Prophet Muhammad would be executed as well. Saifullah said that he would personally torture apostates... He said that this is what the religion of Islam teaches, and asked how the Prevent Program and the British police, whom he referred to using expletives, could not be "man enough" to ban Islam: They allow the source of what he is saying, the Quran, to be distributed throughout the country, but once he starts preaching what is inside the Quran, he is considered a radical.

This guy is not British. The British government intentionally let him in and let him stay. It's an island, for God's sake. It's not that hard to keep people out.

Just what was served by having him in England?

Everyone Loves Pay Day, No One Likes Tuesday Afternoon Deadlines

... or: Musings On Theological Socialism.

Sarah Hoyt gave an Instalanche to this X-extract blog post about the failure of the New Harmonie socialism experiment.

Robert Owen paid around $150,000 for the town of Harmonie, Indiana. He got 20,000 acres, more than 160 buildings, working mills, and farms already producing food. He renamed it New Harmony. Close to a thousand people arrived in the first year.

Owen already ran successful textile mills in New Lanark, Scotland, where he was famous for treating workers well and running a profitable business at the same time. He believed that if you removed private property and paid everyone equally, cooperation would naturally replace competition.

In January 1826, William Maclure sailed a riverboat full of scientists, teachers, and geologists down the Ohio River to New Harmony. Historians call it the “Boatload of Knowledge”. Thomas Say, the father of American entomology, was on it. So was Charles-Alexandre Lesueur, one of the most respected naturalists of the era. This was the most educated, best-funded, best-equipped socialist community ever attempted on American soil. If cooperation could beat markets anywhere, it should have worked here.

It collapsed almost immediately.

The hardest workers were feeding, housing, and clothing neighbors who did nothing while receiving the same food, the same shelter, and the same rewards. So they stopped working too. Why wouldn’t they?

My feverish, coffee-starved brain made a connection into my current, deep disaffection with the Catholic Church. I instantly thought of the term, Theological Socialism. If my faith's leadership thinks everyone is going to get the same reward after we die, then why don't I go to the beach instead of Mass? Like the hard-working people in New Hamonie, I've realized that if my prelates are right, then I've been played for a chump.

They aren't right. Not at all. They are reveling in being the paymaster and totally avoiding the task of foreman. 

This last weekend, I worked the men's Cursillo retreat. In the kitchen, we dished up some great meals. Many of my friends in the kitchen were from the Valley - El Centro, Calexico, etc. Like the Chicago girl who took my last name, they were all from modest means and now relatively successful. They had something to give to others because they had lived, in fits and starts, the cardinal virtues of prudence, justice, fortitude, and temperance. As Instapundit said some years ago, wealth and income are markers of behavior.

Discussing this with ChatGPT, we came to this:

(B)efore wealth can be distributed, it must be created. Before generosity can be practiced abundantly, the capacity for generosity must be developed.

Your wife and your friends from Calexico and El Centro illustrate something that gets lost when wealth is discussed exclusively in terms of inequality and redistribution.

They began with relatively little. Through years of work, discipline, delayed gratification, and sacrifice, they accumulated not merely financial resources but productive capacity. They developed skills, judgment, reliability, and habits of responsibility.

Their present generosity is made possible, in substantial part, by their earlier sacrifices.

And here's where the Catholic dimension becomes especially interesting.

The very virtues that made these people prosperous are themselves Christian virtues.

Industry, prudence, temperance, fortitude, stewardship, and perseverance are not merely economic instruments. They are moral achievements.

Of course, wealth itself is not proof of virtue; Christ's warnings about riches make that clear. But neither is wealth morally irrelevant. How someone acquired it, what sacrifices its acquisition required, and what responsibilities he subsequently assumed are legitimate subjects of moral judgment.

G. K. Chesterton said, "Tradition means giving a vote to most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to the small and arrogant oligarchy of those who merely happen to be walking about." Traditions are the hard-won lessons from the past being given to us on a silver platter.

1826 is a long time ago, long before the modern era where the transfer portal has ruined college football. Ancient Israel, which gave us the Old Testament is older even than that, before Jean-Jacques Rousseau's benighted concept of the noble savage. The people who lived through the failure of New Harmonie tried to pass along their painfully gathered wisdom in writing. So did the rabbis watching the Israelites prance around golden calves right before the smiting got real.

We ignore those and turn to socialism in all its rancid forms at our own peril.

It's a ton of fun to yap about a world of generosity and open-hearted forgiveness. It's not a lot of fun tell your staff they're going to need to work late tonight.

"Your scrolls need to be distributed to the Children of Israel tomorrow morning at 0800!"

Papal Bookend

The riots in France are the perfect bookend for the Pope's visit. He shows up and gets the royal treatment, his courtiers enjoy themselves in magnificent cathedrals and then everything goes to pieces.

Church leadership enjoys the praise for being so compassionate and then return to their comfy homes while the laity fight off the migrants we were told to welcome.

🇫🇷 More footage of the riots in Paris And I don’t believe for a second that this is just about schools anymore... Writer: Sol https://t.co/UnJDbnuVEi

— Mario Nawfal (@MarioNawfal) October 6, 2026

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Where the hell are our fighters?

@icbkr @Oilfield_Rando Agreed, but are any of them directly making the case for Catholicism over Islam? The Muslims certainly do the reverse. To borrow from the Pearl Harbor movie, Tora, Tora, Tora, "Where the hell are *our* fighters?" https://t.co/13oqhZwv5D

— K T Cat (@ktcat) March 10, 2026

Where's The Offramp?

In jolly old England, things have gone from tense to tensor. Recently, a rubber dinghy full of military-aged African and Muslim men came ashore as they do on a regular basis. A fellow named Danny Tommo had organized a rowdy welcoming committee for them. Shouting, waving flags, but no violence. That is, until Danny went into the water after the men had disembarked and stabbed the thing to death.

Now the dinghy was the property of the human traffickers. There was no one on board. Danny used his knife to make sure the human traffickers couldn't ever use it again. 

Danny is now in the express lane to jail. He's been arrested for property damage although just whose property, no one is really sure. His real crime was to defend England. British jails are full to bursting. Migrant rapists get off with suspended sentences regularly. Danny is going to face real jail time for doing the job the military, coast guard and police ought to be doing.

Stopping rubber boats from landing is really not that hard.

In terms of the public mood, things are dramatically worse than they were earlier in the year. Into that environment comes the latest news from Gosport. It turns out that another set of invaders hit the shore and were scheduled to be taken to taxpayer-funded accommodations in Gosport. Protestors were a threat, so the authorities turned the boats back and forced them to return to France in order to not further enflame tensions.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Sometimes I crack myself up.

No, the authorities put Gosport into lockdown, read: local martial law, and summoned a motorcade worthy of a world leader to take the "migrants" to their hotels. What follows is a decent sampling of what happened and how the British feel.

Exit question: Where's the offramp here? Is it full-scale civil war or is there some kind of mysterious, 4-dimensional chess being played by the authorities that will shock us all and result in peace and harmony?

Keep in mind as you watch these videos that the cops are not protecting the citizens, they're protecting the illegals.

Super Special Bonus Content

This is from today. The flow never stops.

BREAKING: The British authorities are disembarking illegal migrants in Dover https://t.co/XzWGXYKCXd

— Visegrád 24 (@visegrad24) October 6, 2026

Chivalry At Columbia

Women cannot take care of themselves. They rely on men to take care of them and protect them. That is the lesson from the "rape" case at Columbia. It's also a lesson that cannot be spoken.

The girls implicitly demand this, deny they need it, refuse to reward it when it's given and blow a gasket if it's not provided without hesitation.

A chick got loaded, went to a frat party, was offered a threesome, accepted, went upstairs into one of the guys' rooms and tried to make it happen. One dude passed out and the other started puking. She was disappointed. She'd been hoping for a threesome.

Things went downhill from there, which is itself a statement of total depravity, and it ended up with degeneracy even worse than two boys and a girl snorting ketamine off each other's groins, which was the direct antecedent to the part that Laetitia James, that titanic intellect of the law, will now attempt to prosecute in high dudgeon.

At the core of the incident is this statement: Men are expected to be chivalrous because women cannot protect or take care of themselves. The frat boys, seeing the girl blotto, should have put her clothes back on her and escorted her home with dignity.

A dude getting drunk and being ridden by a chick would result in zero court cases. Flip that around and the dude is looking at a stretch in the pokey and no one will come to his defense. Men and women are not the same and if you say that out loud, you will get fired, expelled or ostracized.

If you want to know why relations between boys and girls are so toxic these days, that's it. Women demand provision and protection, deny they need it and refuse to reward it. Guys have woken up to this and, equipped with porn and video games which make real women unnecessary, have, quite rationally and with a good deal of anger, sworn off girls.

Well done, feminism.

Liability, Not Chivalry

I saw this on X and it hadn't occurred to me, but it's no doubt true:

Ever since the Dear Colleague letter in 2011 and the crackdowns on Greek life after Duke Lacrosse, fraternities have been training chapter presidents on how to protect their chapters from these situations.

The Chi Phi president (who is not one of the 7 accused men) messed up, and that is why this has happened, and why the chapter was banned from campus.  

The basic rule is to act like a bar or a casino — when people get too visibly sloppy and intoxicated, you kick them out of the house so that the chapter isn’t held responsible for what happens to them. 

Girls who get high or sloppy drunk at frat parties are perceived as a huge liability risk precisely because every frat has some (stupid) brothers like the guys at Cornell who see a human lawsuit tottering around in a miniskirt and think “free pussy.”  The fraternity president’s job is to kick the idiot drunk girls out of the party before the idiot drunk brothers take them into a bedroom to make national news.

And when a girl demonstrates that she presents this kind of risk, the protocol is to ban her from the house. But you can’t ban her from the house afterward your brothers have already run a train on her.

Schrödinger's Feminist

... remains undefeated. 

Reality Gets The Last Word

Feminism and the left have incinerated the goodwill men naturally have towards women. However, as the Columbia case shows, women need that goodwill and insist upon it. Meanwhile, men retain their free will.

My reply to that borrows from P. G. Wodehouse.

"By all means, carry on, then. I shall watch your future progress with considerable interest."

How to Write When You Don't Have Time To Write

Whenever I hear authors interviewed, they talk about their writing process. For most of them, they carve out several hours in the morning to write. They sit at their desk with their coffee and blast away until their creative juices are spent.

I can't do that. I get up and take the dog to the park for a romp. If I don't do that, the beast becomes absolutely intolerable later in the day. He's part pit bull, after all. No Labrador, of course, like they told us at the dog rescue place, but plenty of pit bull.

Argh.

Anyway, I come home from that, take care of some domestic chores and then get to work on my day job. If I can find 30 minutes in that to write, as I'm doing now, it's about all I get. I don't know about you, but I struggle being creative when there's a clock ticking in my head telling me that in 25, no, 20, no, 15 minutes, I need to move on to something else.

Since I still want to write, I've had to find another way. Or rather, since my mind won't stop creating scenes that I want to put down in prose, I've had to find another way.

As I walk the dog or do the chores or drive around, I create the scenes in my head. It takes about 3-4 such sessions to get the scene embedded in my psyche and shaped the way I like it. I then dictate the scene into my phone using its speech-to-text feature to write it in a Google document. I don't format it for paragraphs or include quotation marks, but I do include periods, commas and question marks.

I then take the blob of text and hand it to ChatGPT and ask it to make something from that mess. It takes the text, formats it into paragraphs, usually with entirely too much zeal, adds quotation marks and cleans it up with some connective prose where necessary. The end result has retained the dialog and wording I used now in a consumable form.

We'll have a few rounds of grooming and once in a while it comes up with some good suggestions. About 90% of the end product is mine.

The other thing I've been doing in my writing is creating any scene that comes into my head. I haven't plotted out any of the stories and only have the vaguest idea of where things are going. I don't have time for that nor do I have any experience or skill at it. I'm simply writing goofy vignettes and trusting that I'll be able to glue them together later.

For instance, I've had a scene percolating in my brain for months where Miss Elizabeth, the former Ole Miss sorority queen who is Bobby Lee's girlfriend, is sitting on a bench at Bellingrath Gardens, smoking and wondering just what in the world she's doing with this Bobby Lee character. That scene will start the third novel, but I don't care. I love the idea and I've wanted to explore it for a long time. Why not? It's not like I've got a contract signed with Simon & Schuster and I have to get a novel out 3 months from now. The thing's been bouncing around in my skull and I needed to let it out.

The end result is a slowly growing stack of vignettes. Whether or not I'll ever have the time and energy to assemble them into even one book, much less 3, is anyone's guess.