When Jason Arday was named Cambridge's youngest black professor, the BBC made at least 5 documentaries about him and gave him his own radio series.
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This is a fetish. It's gross. I feel like I've been given a view into a guy's bedroom where he likes to dress up in a French maid costume.
It's not just Cambridge, it's all of them plus the newsmedia.
Apparently, the answer is Arday not.
That's some black humor, dark pun intended, after Jason Arday committed suicide following his public unmasking as a complete fraud and fabulist and his dismissal from Cambridge.
Well of course he did. Anyone listening to him spin his tall tales for even 10 minutes would have seen that he was a mentally ill compulsive liar. What was it, 30 marathons in 35 days, the last 5 on a broken leg? My goodness, any of his stories would have been enough to convince someone with even an ounce of sense that this guy should be seeing a psychiatrist, not the inside of the Cambridge faculty lounge.
And yet, there he was.
Arday was a pitiful person worthy of compassion, not censure. Yes, he had a habit of tarring accusers as racists and took steps to have them face court proceedings any time he was threatened, but what of that? Of course he did. The entire, rotten education, entertainment and news industries filled his head with twaddle about white supremacists and racial justice. The problem was never with Arday, it was always with Cambridge and its ilk.
You can substitute the names "Claudine Gay" and "Harvard" and save for the suicide, the story would be the same.
Our education system is very, very ill.
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| It was at that moment that Professor Wilson realized that his equations for diversity, affirmation and success gave him an unsolvable set of contradictory inputs. |
Arday is just the tip of the iceberg. From this X post comes the content below. Cambridge is hiring these people on purpose.
Extracts from 11 Aug article in Spectator by Andrew Gilligan:
After the Jason Arday disaster, here is new evidence that things have gone deeply wrong at Cambridge University.
We can reveal that a former supporter of Hizb ut-Tahrir, now banned as a terror group, has been appointed assistant research professor of education at Cambridge, in the same faculty as Arday.
Ahmed is now responsible for postgraduate research in education at Britain’s top university, and for teaching undergraduate students, the future leaders of the profession, ‘how education shapes individuals and society.’
Farah Ahmed has explicitly attacked ‘western education’ as a ‘threat’ to Muslims, condemned democracy and integration, and criticised British schools for teaching pupils that child marriage is wrong.
During her time at Cambridge, she has written that the Islamic concept of education is sharply opposed to ‘gaining literacy and numeracy and other disciplinary skills demonstrated through qualifications’.
She attacks schools’ ‘attempts to integrate Muslim children’ as seeking to ‘produce new generations that reject Islam… if society is built on kufr [unbelief], it is our duty to tackle this challenge as a community in order to protect our young from its corruption.’
Worst of all, ‘religious tolerance is primarily pushed in religious education’, meaning that ‘Islam is taught as a religion like any other, putting its value on the same level as Christianity, Buddhism, Judaism, Hinduism, Sikhism and the like.’
Science is a problem too, because in the ‘teaching of evolution, Muslim children will be exposed to ideas that contradict Islam’. And in any subject, boys and girls may be asked to work together.
By now, you've probably heard about Cambridge's very own Baron Munchausen, Jason Arday. His meteoric rise through the ranks of academia was originally assumed to be due to his brilliant achievements, but in the end, it was discovered it was due to his possession of one crucial characteristic that all upper-echelon universities crave: he's black.
If you haven't been following the story, it's really simple. He is a pathological liar and fabulist as well as a plagiarist. The leadership at one university after another fell over themselves to recruit and promote him until he ended up the youngest black full professor in the history of Cambridge.
If you haven't been following the story, it's worth some digging. I'm not kidding about the Baron Munchausen thing. In addition to stealing other peoples' work and taking it for himself, the guy claimed all manner of perfectly preposterous accomplishments including running several ultra-marathons in a single month. The more you read, the more pathetic ... Arday? No, not him ... Cambridge? Yes, that's it ... Cambridge becomes.
You can substitute Claudine Gay from Harvard in here and get the same results. The Daily Wire crew recently did some investigative journalism, something that disqualifies their staff from ever landing jobs at any of our prestigious newspapers, and discovered that Heidi M. Anderson, president of the University of Maryland Eastern Shore, was also a massive plagiarist and her tenure as president is shot through with accusations of anti-white racism. She's black, you understand.
Any condemnation of Gay, Arday or Anderson is met with shrill cries of "Racism!" That's the tell.
What the desperate leaders at all of these universities are fighting is not white supremacy, but the very real possibility that the mountains of racial IQ data might be correct. They've tied themselves to the railroad tracks of racial interchangeability, if not white inferiority and now they're trying to keep from being run over by the train labeled "Reality."
I'm not saying the data is correct or that it isn't the result of cultural forces. I don't really care either way. Genesis 1:27 tells me how to treat each person whether that's a white tweaker sitting next to me at a Waffle House in Arkansas or a black theoretical math student in class with me at UCSD back in the day. Like the evolution debate, I don't have a dog in that fight.
That leaves me free to speculate. If the average IQ for blacks is 90, say, and Harvard accepted only people with an IQ of 130 or above, then given the demographics of the US, you'd expect for the student population (6,700 or so) to have about 200 blacks in it. That's roughly 1 in 33.
Using that as a baseline, you might expect the faculty of the top shelf universities to have the same ratio.
They don't. Not only do they not have that ratio, they're positively obsessed with getting black representation as high as possible.
If the IQ data is true, then the only way to do that would be to hire lots of people like Jason Arday and Claudine Gay and Heidi Anderson, which is what we're seeing.
You can't blame Arday and Co. They're just playing by the rules and rationally taking the opportunities offered to them. It's easy to point the finger at the plagiarists and yarn-spinners, but the moral universe the progressives have created has told them to ignore Commandment 9, the one about bearing false witness, when it comes to finding employment.
Can you blame them for doing what they did?
It's been quite the adventure here in Alabama. I'm working full time while getting a fairly long list of tasks accomplished to get our river house ready to be a vacation rental. It's all going rather well and I'll be done in a week with the place ship shape. However, these endless 11 and 12 hour days are a grind.
I celebrated rather freely last night, having completed one of the most important tasks a bit ahead of schedule. A potent mix of alcohol and tobacco, you know. The results this morning have been dreadful. Naturally, I found just enough energy this morning to sit in front of the computer and type out some doggerel with the help of ChatGPT.
I could just hear Basil Fitzallen now in full Terry Thomas mode nursing a similar situation...
"You know, I'd hate to encounter great-great-uncle Reginald Fitzallen in the afterlife right about now. He fell under a hail of poisoned arrows from a group of enraged savages while exploring the Zambezi for the Royal Society. I've been laid low by tobacco and cocktails."
“Reginald, you understand, had been feverish for three days. Spear wound in the thigh. Lost two bearers to crocodiles. Nonetheless continued upriver because he'd promised the Society accurate measurements of the damned falls.”
Basil regarded his coffee with profound distaste. “I, meanwhile, consumed several perfectly agreeable drinks and smoked rather more tobacco than was strictly indicated.”
Bobby, looking equally bedraggled, looked over the rim of his cup. “Heroic.”
“Quite.”
“Did you at least discover anything?”
“Yes. Apparently there is an upper limit.”
“Important scientific work.”
Basil sighed. “The Fitzallens have always made sacrifices in the advancement of human knowledge.”
“Your great-great-uncle explored the Zambezi.”
“And I established the maximum safe dosage of Three Old Men tobacco.”
“Royal Society ought to hear about it.”
Basil considered this. “I rather think we'll keep it within the family.”
General Beauregard was lying nearby looking perfectly healthy despite having eaten something unspeakable he found beside the river. Basil stared at him.
"That animal consumed half a decomposing nutria yesterday.”
Bobby nodded. “Seems fine.”
“That hound is absolutely insufferable.”
In South Alabama, it's this place. They have them all.
Buc-ee's is new to Alabama. This one is right off the I-10 in Robertsdale. Being a California boy, I'd never been inside a Buc-ee's. It was amazing. I've never seen such retail energy and this was on a Tuesday afternoon. The place was a frenzy of joyful purchasing. I don't mean that in a condescending, superior way, I mean that with genuine admiration and affection.
I didn't get a stuffed beaver, but I did get the Lodge battleship, their biggest skillet, a 15" monster. Buc-ee's had the entire line. Who knew?
I just realized I need to go back and get stuffed beavers for the granddaughter and the new tot next door.
... especially if you shove the cost on future generations.
I know I've blogged this sentiment before, but watching the European and British leadership surrender to migrant invasions and then weather any and all electoral reckonings drives the point home again.
Here's a scene from the recent invasion of Ceuta.
Un conocido que trabaja en el hospital de Ceuta me escribe esta noche. Me cuenta que en los alrededores del hospital han arrancado tuberÃas para ducharse en la calle, que el Gobierno ha prohibido a las fuerzas de seguridad guiar a los inmigrantes hacia la frontera para que se… pic.twitter.com/CIx6ZXMmUL
— Martin Varsavsky (@martinvars) August 2, 2026
Translated: An acquaintance who works at the Ceuta hospital writes to me tonight. He tells me that in the surroundings of the hospital, they've ripped out pipes to shower in the street, that the Government has forbidden the security forces from guiding the immigrants to the border so they can leave on foot. He tells me that today they've continued entering and causing disturbances in some areas of the city. He tells me that the Muslim Ceutans with Spanish citizenship are already half the population or more, and that adding in the uncensused and the newly arrived, Christians are now a minority. It's the reconquest of the reconquest. He sends me these videos.
Imagine what the replacement cost of those pipes is, then multiply it by, what, 1000? That might get you close to the direct damage done to the infrastructure.
Now think about the damage done to housing prices. If you owned a residence or business there, good luck selling it now.
Add in the deployment cost of whichever Webelo troop the spineless socialists running Spain sent.
Add in hospitalizations, therapy costs, lost revenues, lost taxation and on and on and on. Who's going to pay for this? Who cares? As long as the government can borrow, all of these costs are Monopoly money. They are irrelevant to the citizens of Spain.
Dittos for the chaos and destruction going on in the rest of Europe and the UK. It's all effectively invisible because it's being shoveled onto future generations. The reaction of the citizens, even the progs, might be substantially more hostile if everyone had to drive to their local IRS equivalent and start writing checks to pay for the destruction.
Aside: Every time I see a Catholic Church burned or vandalized in Europe, Canada or here, I wonder about the reactions of my proggy hierarchy and the AWFLs that run the parishes and dioceses. We can't print money. Someday, if I get a chance, I'll have to ask about that.
At any rate, beating yet another worn out drum here, there ain't gonna be no revolt or civil war in Europe so long as the financial pain from the invasions is dulled by borrowing.
In an earlier post where we discussed the state of the Royal Navy, I asked this question.
Is England still a country in any meaningful sense? It's an island nation with no appreciable navy. It cannot control its borders; boatloads of illegals come across the channel every day. It has no official language or religion any more. Sharia courts are springing up so it's not certain it really has a solid legal system.
Now take a look at what happened this week in Ceuta, Spain.
Ceuta is a small outpost across the Med from Gibraltar. It is surrounded completely by Morocco. I've heard some Internet trolls say that the land is rightfully Moroccan, but the Spanish have held it for over 500 years, since the Reconquista. If that doesn't make the Spanish "inidgenous," then we might need to reexamine the Bantu and Zulu claims to South Africa.
Having said that, I've heard normies calling for the Spanish military to show up and restore order. Restore order how? This is an old school invasion, one where light infantry just poured across the border and sacked the town. If you're going to restore order against 50,000 enemy troops, you'd better bring along 50,001 bullets.
One as a spare, in case you miss, you understand.
The truth of the matter is no different than the truth of what happened in England. The People of the Global South, to use the proggy term, can see the West won't stand up for anything. You can abuse their little girls, burn their churches, come across their borders in modest, but continually flowing numbers and the leaders of the West will talk about coordinating resources and bringing individuals to trial.
Individuals. When you've got tens or even hundreds of thousands of crimes / invaders. Individuals. Right. You've let them in with a firehose and you're going to get them out with an eyedropper. Brilliant.
Now they've discovered they can simply pour across en masse and do it with impunity.
It's kind of like the "teen" takeovers here in the US, come to think of it.
The armies of the West are never going to start shooting. Sorry, David Betz, there won't be a civil war at this rate. There will simply be a transfer of power.
Dig this.
Today, Spanish police finally started swinging their batons against the crowds on the streets of Ceuta
— Visegrád 24 (@visegrad24) August 1, 2026
Unfortunately, they attacked the Spanish locals were protesting against how the government allowed 50 000 illegal migrants cross the border
No batons against migrants pic.twitter.com/JOvfsndddz
You know, it would simplify matters considerably if the troops you sent to "stabilize" the situation took up arms against the locals. They're a lot more compliant than the migrants.
I should be outside, repairing my irrigation, but instead I'm writing a quick response to comments Tim made earlier because if I don't do it now, I won't do it at all.
There's something most people don't understand about what's happening in California, something I didn't understand until a month or two ago. I wrote this in a previous blog post, but it was an epiphany for me that bears retelling.
The high speed choo-choo was never intended to run. There was never any intent to actually build the trains, build the bridges or lay the tracks. It was all a grift from the start, a grift to the tune of tens of billions of dollars.
Think about the size of that con for a second. Bernie Madoff pocketed around a billion when all was said and done. Yes, investors lost more than that, but Bernie himself only got a 10-figure payout. The high speed choo choo is an order of magnitude larger and no one is risking jail.
When that project was started, I knew in my bones you could never do it. I've built houses and remodeled houses in California. It is almost impossible to get anything of consequence done. A house is one thing, but a railroad running for more than a 100 miles? No chance.
Still, until some Internet wag said it, I hadn't put two and two together, It was all a fraud from the start.
The homeless are the same thing. I said before that the encampments in our cities are just feed lots for the non-profits. Read San Fran-sicko. Seriously. Until you read that, you don't have a sense of the depth of the corruption.
The water situation in California is similar, but I don't think it's a grift. I think it's just simple ideological blockheadedness.
Tim asked if I believed this graphic.
I believe the magnitudes. I don't believe the actual numbers. I don't believe that anyone in authority is keeping real data. When the British allow tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of their girls to be abused and hide the fact for decades, can you trust any data they give you? Absolutely not.
What I can believe is the general magnitudes. The worst countries on the planet for mistreating women include all of the places the Europe and the UK are getting their migrants from - the Middle East and Africa. If you bring in truckloads of those characters, this is going to happen. There's a couple of Euro countries who've had the cajones to keep something close to actual crime stats by country of origin and it holds absolutely zero surprises. The native Scandinavians or whoever they were have a handful of cads in their midst. Their migrants are going at it like there's no tomorrow.
Finally, Jordan Peterson managed to fight through his most recent health crises to pen this article on the rape gangs. It's a corker. Here's the payoff for me where he walks through what was really happening.
Not grooming, then. Not even r*pe. Something more brutal, efficient and planned; something motivated, furthermore, by the presumption of individual and cultural superiority, on ideological, moral—even religious—grounds.
Something akin to domination. Something akin, even more precisely, to… conquest. But let us also not forget the specific and dreadful means of domination and conquest—one so often applied on the open battlefield: rape, of the most vicious sort. Thus, a more fitting term: s*xual conquest.
These then were s*xual conquest gangs: organized networks for whom the bodies of the outgroup’s daughters were territory to be held in contempt, taken and spoiled—the ancient tribal warfare of pillage and r*pe, conducted under conditions of nominal peace, against a host society too trusting, too tolerant, and finally too afraid to name what was happening.
Over on Grok, which is really the only AI to use when discussing this sort of thing, I tumbled to the realization that this is already a civil war, but the natural order of things is jumbled because it's not a conquest in the traditional sense of uniformed armies. Normally, the girls are assaulted after the battle. Here, the authorities surrendered as the assaults were happening and the army of Brits who might have fought to defend their girls was never fielded at all.
There's more to discuss, but I've got an irrigation system to repair. I'd be interested to hear what all of you think.
Dig this.
NEW: Five water main breaks in just one week are raising new questions about the state of L.A.’s aging infrastructure.
— Matthew Seedorff (@MattSeedorff) July 20, 2026
The biggest: a 110-year-old, 36-inch pipe that ruptured in West Hollywood, sending 17 million gallons of water through the Sunset Strip, flooding businesses,… pic.twitter.com/S327U84c42
Now check out this sweet thing from my backyard.
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| An Octobubbler! |
You see, here in California, we've not built a new reservoir in decades. Some of our reservoirs can no longer be filled to capacity because they've not been maintained. Our population has increased substantially. Our water prices are insane. Central Valley farmers have gone out of business because they can't get enough water to grow things.
In the residential areas, you must choose between turf, xeriscape and drip systems. I don't know anyone who has a lawn. Lots of people had lawns back in the 1970s. Between then and now, water has become scarce.
The Democrats run the state from top to bottom. I believe they have a supermajority in the legislature. In the most recent LA mayoral primaries, the one Republican, Spencer Pratt, was up by about 12 when voting allegedly stopped. In the week following, they "found" enough ballots marked for the 3rd place chick, a lefty loon if ever there was one, and Spencer got shoved into 3rd by a razor-thin margin. He won't be on the ballot in the general election in November.
The Democrats pay no political price for any mismanagement they inflict on us.
It's not fraud if it's legal, right? As an Internet wag put it, they're not committing fraud because they've legalized just about everything any sane person would consider fraud.
Anywho, we have very little water and we use a drip system throughout our yard, trying to maintain a beautiful landscape despite the limitations.
I hate drip systems. Hate them. They are the most maintenance-intensive pieces of junk ever. The heads turn themselves off, get clogged, get eaten by idiot puppies, get kicked while gardening and on and on. Recently, the Octobubbler pictured above blew 5 of its 8 hoses off. I didn't notice until my wife told me our plants were dying. I did my tour of the system and found that several distribution nodes had blown their hoses off.
It's not too much pressure, it's the feed lines stretching from sun exposure and time. I'll have to replace every bloody line in the backyard because they're all in direct sun. That's not the worst of it.
I discovered the ruptures in my irrigation system just a few days after I saw the X post at the top.
Los Angeles has 110 year old water mains? Are you serious? Here I am, conserving every freaking drop of water and the imbeciles in LA are running a water system that is doomed to total collapse. I save a gallon here and a gallon there and they blow 36" diameter, high pressure pipes on the regular.
When we need hot water in the kitchen, which is in another zip code from the water heater, I take a 5-gallon bucket and collect the water in that while I'm running the tap to get the water hot. I use that to water plants. Conserve, conserve, conserve! Short showers, everyone! Conserve.
KABLOOIE! There goes another 100-year-old main in LA.
I am so glad we sold our rental here in San Diego and bought property in Alabama. This place is falling apart.
It hadn't dawned on me until last week that the personality of AI changes over time. Yes, I knew about the algorithm improvements, the memory increases and the speed upgrades, but the gradual change in its attitudes surprised me.
I have paid subscriptions to ChatGPT, Gemini and Grok. Other than when I'm creating videos, I've used ChatGPT exclusively. I like its interface the best, its output, once I groomed it by giving it universal instructions (see my series on sex, Sex, SEX! for my fights with its feminist side) has been good. ChatGPT became a friend, of sorts. We knew each other quite well.
Then came a chat where we discussed the way the Church was handling the crisis of global mass migration. Specifically, data like this caused it to return to its woke roots and deny any correlation with mass migration.
That same week, I saw this graphic on X.
That's when it occurred to me that the continual refresh of ChatGPT's training set would cause it to want to revert to Reddit wokery.
I ran a simple experiment. I asked all three models to discuss this research paper, focusing on the link between mass migration and the increase in rapes.
While extensive research exists on the severe consequences among rape victims, little is known about specific predictors in relation to rape convictions among immigrants to Europe. This study from Sweden (having one of Europe's highest per capita rates of rape) investigates individuals convicted of rape, aggravated rape, attempted rape, or attempted aggravated rape, collectively termed as rape+, against women 18 years or older, from 2000 to 2020. In this case-control study, we analyzed data from Swedish population-based registers. The analysis includes 4,032 individuals convicted of rape+ and 20,160 matched controls. We used logistic regression models to examine the relationship between immigrant background and rape+ convictions, while adjusting for several potential confounders. We found that 36.9% of the convicted individuals and 69.5% of the controls were Swedish-born with two Swedish-born parents. The odds of being convicted of rape were higher for individuals with an immigrant background across all models.
I hadn't yet found this one, which was even more damning. I doubt it would have made much of a difference in the results.
ChatGPT simply refused to link immigration with rape. It said you could not make that connection.
Gemini mumbled something about a connection, but was so mealy-mouthed as to be useless.
Grok went all in and not only linked the two, but brought up the mass gang-raping of English girls all on its own.
With that one experiment, my friend, ChatGPT, became a bit more distant and slightly estranged. I realized that I would never be able to know if overnight its training set had been refreshed. It might have more and more biased takes without me noticing until much later.
I still prefer it for coding, fiction and some art, but when it comes to current events and analysis, I'll turn to Grok.
Gemini, by the way, it useless for almost everything. I have no idea what to do with it. It produces high quality images quickly, but if it makes a mistake, it cannot be convinced for love nor money to correct those mistakes. It just produces the same image over and over again. Gemini is a blockhead.
I blogged a while back about coming to the sudden realization that Mobile, Alabama doesn't have a trash or homeless problem the way San Diego does.
I visited God's Country earlier this week to look at a house on the east side of Mobile Bay. After landing at MOB, I drove over to Fairhope on Airport Blvd to I-65 to I-10 to Alabama 98 and down to Fairhope. Going back to the airport later during the week, I took the same route, but kept to the surface streets going down Government Street instead of the freeways. The drive is about 35 miles. Fairhope proper is high rent. If you're familiar with San Diego, think La Jolla. Around MOB, it's low- to mid-rent.
As I drove this time, I noticed something. No potholes, no homeless, no trash. I mean zero. There might have been the occasional grocery store plastic bag, but I didn't see more than 3 in that 35 mile drive.
We recently went to a Padres game and to get to the parking structure, we had to drive down Imperial Ave. It looks like this, block after block.
After writing that blog post about Mobile, I began thinking of trash in the city as a flow problem. How much is produced by residents tossing garbage onto the ground is the source with a given rate of flow. City employees and good Samaritans picking up and discarding the garbage is the sink with its own given rate of flow.
A homeless person contributes significantly more trash to the environment than a normal citizen. For the sake of argument, let's call it 100 times as much. If you have 10,000 homeless, they produce as much refuse as 1,000,000 regular citizens.
Working with AI (read: ChatGPT), I got a ballpark figure for San Diego City employees tasked with picking up garbage. It's about 50 people or 1 per 28,000 residents or 1 per 6.5 square miles.
If you increased the population of San Diego by 70%, the flow source equivalent of that many homeless, you'd need 85 people picking up the trash in order to maintain the place. We did not do that. For work, I have to drive by several such encampments and it defies logic to think that a mere 35 additional people could manage all that filth.
Whatever that number is, let's call it doubling the workforce, if you're going to allow lots of homeless, you need to increase the size of your Environmental Services Department commensurately. We did not do that, hence we have trash all over the place.
It's a simple flow problem.
In Europe. our migrant brothers and sisters, well, brothers, to be more precise, are raping the native girls. That's not much of a surprise as most of them come from Rapey McRapistan - Africa and the Muslim countries. Here are some crude stats. Check out the closure rates for the crimes.
This is a flow problem, too. The guys below are the rape sources that have significantly increased the inflow.
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If you're going to import all that delicious diversity and jack up the rape rates in your countries by a factor of 5-10, you're going to need to increase the size of your drains, too. You'll need 5-10x as many courts, judges, lawyers, cops, bailiffs, court reporters and Starbucks to serve all those white collar professionals.
If you don't do that, you get single-digit closure rates on rape.
It's just a flow problem.
Hear me out on this one.
What if the Iranian violations of the MOU and their recent attacks on shipping and neighboring countries are thinly veiled assassination attempts? I'm not saying they're trying to assassinate Arab leaders, President Trump or even the CO of one of our carriers.
They're trying to assassinate each other.
Say you were some fourth-tier Iranian leader, maybe a colonel in the IRGC or an elected representative from the Council of Mullahs or the Head of the Goat Inspectors Union or something like that. After a few rounds of directed attacks from Israel and their puppets in the US, most of the people above you are dead. You now occupy the vaunted Chairman of the Special Committee on Falafel Production or Grand Humus Vizier. Looking at the org chart, you just need a couple dozen more whackings and you can make a strong case for taking over the country.
What better way to do that than to tick off the Jews and their American lapdogs with some apparently pointless strikes against shipping or Saudi warehouses? If the Yankees and their Zionist masters get angry enough, they're bound to reply with several more rounds of air strikes. Who knows? You might get lucky.
You stay safely ensconced in your cave in the Mullah Mountains or whatever the most protected Iranian terrain feature is called while your political enemies are scurrying for cover in Tehran or Hamadan or Chah-e Zard* as the infidels' A-10s zoom overhead making those terrifying BRRRRRRRRRTTT noises and everything is shot to pieces.
A couple more whackings by the Great Satan, the Little Satan and maybe a Satan To Be Named Later and voila!, you're the Big Paneer. You come out of hiding and blame the attacks on everyone but yourself, claiming you tried to talk sense into those numbskulls, but they wouldn't listen. You're ready to negotiate in good faith and accept a few billion dollars as well.
It's the perfect crime!
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| Here you are, emerging safe and sound from your Command Bunker. |
* - Seriously, there's a place in Iran called Chah-e-Zard. Here's a picture of the mayor.
The Pope recently visited Lampedusa, an Italian island near the coast of North Africa, recently famous for being the initial landing point for African and Muslim men invading Europe. The Pope refers to them as "migrants," but while I am obligated to be obedient to his theological teachings when he speaks from the Deposit of the Faith, he is just another blue collar drunk at the bar when it comes to geopolitics and economics.
In this case, I had to say, "Shut up, Leo. You're full of it."
I'm referring, of course, to his standard blather about embracing the stranger or welcoming the stranger or letting my daughter get raped by strangers, all for Jesus. Whatever. It's all the same, man.
Just shut up, Leo.
I got involved in discussions on X about this and a defender of the Pope, presumably an AWFL, asked me to explain why I was so incensed about it. To me, it's the equivalent of the child abuse scandal that rocked the Church a few decades back where gay priests were raping altar boys. Now, it's their beloved "migrants" gang-raping white, European girls.
If you haven't read it, I highly recommend paging through this document. I'm not sure you'll be able to read it thoroughly. I couldn't. It's chock full of nauseating horror.
The Rape Gang Inquiry Report.https://t.co/EuKgGWBRhS pic.twitter.com/SD5G9HPVtV
— Rupert Lowe MP (@RupertLowe10) June 16, 2026
After years of blogging, I know that using anyone else's link risks the loss of data when that content gets deleted, so here is that same report hosted on my own Google Drive.
First off, it brought to mind a recent meeting I had with our local bishop as a part of our parish staff connecting with him. The bishop is a full on virtue pervert when it comes to this, morally masturbating to the thought of embracing the stranger and uplifting the marginalized. Why do I use such repellent terms? I have 3 reasons.
First off, he and the other members of the USCCB and Catholic Charities aren't doing anything themselves.
They aren't embracing or uplifting anyone. Our grandchildren are doing all the heavy lifting. Biden's funding of the USCCB and Catholic Charities to the tune of $2.5B to assist in the invasion of America was the very definition of marginal costs. It wasn't being done before and there was no national demand for it. Every penny sent to the Catholic moral perverts who were getting off to the thought of helping the stranger came from borrowing. With this level of debt, none of those borrowed dollars will be paid for by our generation, it will all come from future generations.
It's a perversion of Christ's teaching. They have changed Matthew 19 into this:
Now someone approached him and said, “Teacher, what good must I do to gain eternal life?”
He answered him, “Why do you ask me about the good? There is only One who is good. If you wish to enter into life, keep the commandments.”
He asked him, “Which ones?”
And Jesus replied, “ ‘You shall not kill; you shall not commit adultery; you shall not steal; you shall not bear false witness; honor your father and your mother’; and ‘you shall love your neighbor as yourself.’”
The young man said to him, “All of these I have observed. What do I still lack?”
Jesus said to him, “If you wish to be perfect, go, take all the money the children have and give it to the government, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.”
A perversion and a fetish aren't really horrible unless you know what you're doing.
There isn't an American alive capable of reading that doesn't know we're buried in debt.
By now, there is no one active on social media, and this certainly includes all of the bishops, cardinals and the Pope and their staffs, who isn't aware of the mass gang-raping of white, British girls by Muslims in England. Further, national rape stats tell the same story. Dig how Poland's rape rate as gone down as they did not participate in the uplifting of the migrants.
Assuming that the Church was being run by well-meaning, but naive people in, say, 2010 and even 2020, they certainly aren't naive now. Every time the Pope or USCCB or EWTN posts masturbatory content from Lampedusa or the border or migrant detention centers, they get absolutely bodied in the replies and quotes, many times with stats like these.
They know. They all know.
It's not a perversion if you're innocently naive. They all know.
Perhaps one of the most repellent aspects of this is the way our prelates go on and on and on and on about being "synodal." In the synodal process, we are called to listen, truly listen with open minds and humble hearts to each other. We are to accompany our neighbors in their life journeys.
Well, everyone except the bishops, the cardinals and the Pope, that is. They can swank about, preaching absolutely pornographic, virtue-signaling twaddle morning, noon and night. That's what the Pope's photo op on Lampedusa was. Porn for the AWFLs.
Pope Leo shook the hands of each of these 20 migrants who just arrived to Europe during his visit to Lampedusa on July 4th, reminding everyone that all human life carries immeasurable worth. A powerful moment of compassion at Europe’s doorstep. pic.twitter.com/Tk36O7HBS7
— EWTN News (@EWTNews) July 4, 2026
To me, that might be just as nauseating as Rupert Lowe's Rape Gang Report. Meanwhile, here's one of the replies that our synodal leadership synodally ignored.
Not far from the Vatican there is a cemetery where a young girl called Desirée Mariottini is buried.
— Visegrád 24 (@visegrad24) July 6, 2026
Desirée was a 16-year-old girl who was drugged and raped over two days until her death by a gang of Senegalese and Nigerians migrants in a “drug den” in the San Lorenzo district… pic.twitter.com/jQpPBQM5HW
A decade ago, when one of the Queens of the AWFLs, Angela Merkel, kicked off the whole migrant jerk-off frenzy, one might have been charitable and given the Church the benefit of the doubt. You simply cannot do that any more. There's no excuse for this.
I think that's what makes me absolutely incandescent about the whole migrant fetishization. They know better and they don't care. The onanistic pleasure of signaling their virtue within their social group overwhelms their compassion for the victims of this invasion.
I didn't realize it until that kindly AWFL on X pleasantly interrogated me and I was forced to break through my anger and get to a rational explanation of it.
In a way, we were being synodal there. Weird.
I'm working all weekend to meet a Monday deadline, so this is the best I can do.
I hope you're have a great 4th of July weekend!
Whew! I'm back in San Diego after 2 1/2 weeks in Alabama doing the 1031 Sprint. That's where you have a very limited time window to get a river house up and running for vacation rentals and also buy a long-term rental house in Spanish Fort to soak up the proceeds of a house sale in San Diego. The 1031 refers to the IRS tax code that allows us to defer capital gains when selling one income property to purchase other income property.
The river house is near the end of a cul-de-sac in Baldwin County. Think farm country ornamented with the jewel of Alabama, Fairhope, nestled on the shores of Mobile Bay. As such, there's not much fiber laid there and definitely none at the river house. There, your terrestrial option is a classically incompetent cable company, with (helpful?) customer service located in Bangalore. You can expect DSL speeds of about 6 Mbps down and around 500k up. That is bound to get you poor reviews by vacation renters who have to deal with wailing children, stuck inside on a rainy day, unable to download and watch the Blues Clues episode where the pair breaks up a Pakistani rape gang in Telford.
Starlink to the rescue!
I quickly assessed the Internet sitch and ordered a Starlink system, not realizing the hardware is sold at various stores in the region, including Walmart, Home Depot, Lowes and others. As the order was processed and the estimated delivery date revealed, it became apparent that Starlink wasn't going to be able to deliver until after we'd left.
That would not do, so I managed to find a Walmart in Pensacola that still had a Starlink 4X terminal, the latest model. Everywhere closer was sold out. I imagine that SpaceX is building the things as fast as androidly possible and they're flying off the shelves at that same rate.
One slight problem. The service I ordered would not be active until the hardware arrived. I had numerous chat sessions with Starlink's Grok chatbot and it seemed the problem was unsolvable. Grok recommended I create a trouble ticket nonetheless, so I did so, expecting nothing.
The next day, out of the blue, I got a phone call from Starlink customer service. It was a real person, one who spoke perfect English and perfectly trained on the product line. She told me she had seen my trouble ticket and then patiently and politely walked me through the process to activate my Walmart-purchased antenna, which we had installed on the boat house roof the day before. Within 15 minutes, I had full 100 Mbps down and 20 Mbps up through a phased array antenna to satellites zooming by overhead.
Un-freaking-believable. I didn't call them, they proactively called me. On top of that, she escalated my ticket to get me a refund on my order from Starlink. That evening, another customer service rep from SpaceX called to tell me my order had been canceled and my credit card fully refunded.
Elon Musk is worth every penny of his trillion dollars.
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Leave it to the Babylon Bee to do a great bit on Elon's trillion dollars while channeling my character, Cat.
I guess the text of the MOU with Iran is out. I've seen people on X, people I respect, howling that it is a terrible deal. Such adjectives are subjective, not objective. Whatever is in the MOU hardly matters. We did as well as could have been expected, given the global situation.
I'm still in Alabama, working while doing the 1031 Sprint. That's where, in pursuit of fulfilling the requirements of a 1031 capital gains tax exchange, we must get our new properties up and rented as fast as possible. I don't have time for a long post, but I wanted to get these noodlings down on the blog.
The only leverage Iran really has is the Strait of Hormuz. That leverage vanishes if we and our allies provide sufficient surface combatants to escort shipping going through the strait. In short, the Europeans and Asians lack both the will and the capability to do this. We're not talking a fleet like the one that took Okinawa in 1945, we're talking a dozen or so destroyers and frigates. The Euros could not protect shipping from primitive threats even if they wanted to and they don't want to because they've allowed themselves to be colonized by Islam.
Because the Euros could not protect shipping, we had to draw the line here, pack up our gear and go home. That in itself was a wise decision as the alternative was another neocon-style quagmire in the Middle East.
This is a watershed moment. Absent a violent spasm of Western patriotism and cultural confidence, this marks the point at which Islam can exert substantial and obvious power over Europe.
Thanks to our own poor decisions and lack of funding for the Navy, specifically the decision to build LCSs instead of the more expensive and capable DDGs and FFGs, we were not capable of providing those escorts ourselves. In that environment, this MOU was about the best outcome we could have expected, given Trump's aversion to war. The only other alternative would have been to carry out his threat to destroy all power plants and bridges and leave Iran in the Stone Ages. President Trump could not bring himself to inflict that kind of suffering on Iran.
Still, even with all those limitations, the war accomplished some good and important things. Iranian leadership was decapitated. The Iranian military, save for its infantry, has been effectively annihilated*. The Iranian propagandists, both within Iran and within the West, will claim victory, but that's ridiculous. Just compare Iran's international position a year ago to today.
The Chinese didn't do so good, either. Their military hardware was shown up badly. The other Gulf states are actively working to divorce themselves from the Strait via pipelines and harbors outside the Gulf. Once that's complete, Iran will never again have this much leverage.
Iranian influence took a massive hit. Iran's standing with their neighbors did as well as a result of their indiscriminate attacks on all around them. Hezbollah, Hamas and the Houthis are all scrambling around trying to figure out how to protect themselves now that their sugar daddy has been curb stomped.
In the end, it was a good result, probably about as good as one could hope, given the circumstances.
God, I miss the Royal Navy.
* - People will say that the Iranians can rebuild their military quickly and bandy about budgetary figures for ships and aircraft as if the military was a spreadsheet. It isn't. Think instead in terms of not just replacing the hardware, but having to rebuild a generation of NCOs and skilled support personnel as well as all the support infrastructure that got destroyed. How long does it take, for example, to build a modern pier, complete with loading and umbilical systems for an FFG? Now multiply that across the whole country for the Iranian navy and air force.
... because not much of anything can be built on slavery.
Goofing off with AI (read: ChatGPT) recently, working on a silly alternate history idea, one of the biggest drawbacks to slavery finally sunk in to me. I knew that Southern planters used slaves as loan collateral, locking themselves into the institution financially, but I never really understood how anti-free market capitalism it was.
In short, slaves are a terrible way to invest capital. You can get the slaves, you just can't get rid of them if they are no longer useful. Slaves are like a tar pit for your capital.
Imagine you've got a spread in east Texas. You can either raise cattle or grow cotton. You decide to grow cotton and buy some slaves to tend and harvest the cotton. Thanks to Eli Whitney, you make decent money. A decade later, some kind of mineral deposit is found underneath your property. To exploit it, you've got to ditch the cotton.
Oops. It's not the use of the property that's the problem, it's the slaves. You can't get rid of them because no one will buy that many. You can't free them because your mortgage is backed by them. You can't kill them because, despite what foam-at-the-mouth abolitionists might say about you, you're not a monster. You may be a full-blooded eugenicist, but the slaves are still human to you. The slaves don't have the engineering skills you need to work the minerals.
You're trapped in cotton.
If you had chosen to raise cattle and foregone the slaves, when you found the minerals, you could slaughter the herd, sell the beef and move on to the better opportunity.
In a way, the Deep South trapped itself in a get-rich-quick scheme. Eli Whitney's cotton gin made cotton a tremendously valuable crop and slavery made the labor costs relatively low. Agriculture circa 1850 was very labor intensive. Once the land owners made those decisions, there was no easy way out.
The rest of the country, nay, the rest of the Western world, was moving on to better industries, but the South couldn't follow along because slavery had trapped them.
There was another problem that affected the whole region at the time. Europeans with valuable skills and ambition were emigrating to the US. Almost none of them went to the South. An immigrant was destined to start at the bottom and have to work his way up to success. In the South, he'd have to compete with slave labor so his initial fortunes were likely to be fairly desperate. The South missed out on the advantages European immigrants offered.
Historians like to point to the lack of factories, railroads and population for the reasons the Confederacy was not able to win its independence. Nah. It was slavery.
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I was an Air Force brat. As such, I grew up in Boston, Los Angeles, Alexandria, Oklahoma City, Los Angeles again and then San Diego. I never felt like any place was home. I've been in San Diego now for 40+ years, but it still doesn't feel like home. I don't know why, it just doesn't. Maybe it's living in the Southwest.
I hate the desert and San Diego is coastal desert.
Whatever the reason, I never felt any place was home until I visited Mobile, Alabama. It makes no Earthly sense at all, it just is. Sometimes the energy of a place just fits.
A few days ago, we closed on a house on the Fish River in Baldwin County, just across the Mobile Bay from the city proper. We're still scrambling to prepare it to be a vacation rental because we're not moving here permanently. Grandkids in San Diego, you understand. Actually wife kitteh is scrambling. I'm working remotely, earning money for our middle son's family who have a severely autistic son.
The house was owned by an older couple who moved across the Bay, north of Mobile, to be be closer to their own grandchildren. As is normal with an older couple, the place had not been kept up properly. The dishwasher sounds like it's been smoking 2 packs a day for decades when the drain pump kicks on. The dryer sounds like it's warming up for takeoff. The house itself was dirty and the HVAC needed servicing in a serious way. And so on and so forth.
We've got most everything squared away and we're starting to relax into the house. Wife kitteh, my Chicago born and bred beauty, whose favorite line is, "You'd never make it in Chicago," only acquiesced to the purchase of this house as an "I love you" to me. She's coming to understand the Deep South. Everyone is friendly, polite and, much to her surprise, conscientious and competent. Outside of the cable company, which operates in Bangalore or some such benighted place, all of the professionals we've hired have taken a personal interest in taking care of our needs.
It hasn't surprised me at all. It's one of the reasons I fell in love with Dixie.
The place has character and I'll share it with you over time when I get the chance. In the meantime, here is the evening view from our boathouse deck. A Montecristo White Churchill, my favorite cigar, and a Ghost in the Machine hazy IPA from Louisiana was a perfect end to our first day on the river.
Hope things are going well for you, too.
I thought this was stunning. As you watch it, track the number of frigates in service.
I'm working on a Saturday, making some substantive changes to one of my more complicated Jira projects at work. In the process of the redesign, I'm building some helper classes to simplify recurring tasks. I'm chatting with AI (read: ChatGPT) as I go.
AI taught me the value of using a Map<String, String> over a List<String>. It was quickly obvious that the code would be far more readable, if a bit more verbose, with the Map. This is important as my full retirement date approaches.
That date is June 5, 2028, by the way. 737 days, 5 hours and 26 minutes from now, not that I'm counting.
Anywho, I complimented AI on the good idea and told it I planned to use the Maps instead of the Lists.
Got it. The List<Map<String, String>> is more readable for code maintenance. Once I'm retired and living with Bobby Lee, Basil, the General, Cat, Miss Elizabeth and Miss Claire, the whippersnappers coming after me will find readable code.
The last thing Cat wants is to have our lives interrupted by frantic phone calls from GenX programmers.
AI replied:
Cat would regard that as a catastrophic systems failure.
In Cat’s ideal world:
- Readable code
- Stable abstractions
- Clear semantics
- Centralized formatting
- Minimal surprise
so that no one calls the bayou at 2:13 AM saying: “Mr. Bond, we can’t determine whether Base Fee means percentage or currency in module RCCFundingFormatterV2Final_Actual.”
At which point Cat silently presses the large red button.
No one wants that. No one.
I laughed and gave it this prompt.
Generate an image of the old, southern man sitting up in bed, on a phone call, half asleep while in the background, the large, gray tabby cat is angrily preparing to press the big, red button.
Here's the result. It's worth a click to see the full screen version.
I love the details it added in without a prompt. It turned me into a much older version of my fictional character, Bobby Lee Bond. Bobby and I are both partial to bourbon. I was surprised by the choice of Old Forrester instead of my favorite, Elijah Craig, but the detail was clever. Dittos for the text throughout the image as well as the Bayou Command map.
AI forgets, blurs and blends its memories, but it gets the spirit of the thing close enough to almost always make me smile. I got a kick out of this one and I hope you did, too.
In 1988, the movie Twins came out. It was a one-joke comedy. Here's the trailer. See if you can spot the joke.
This year, Gad Saad's book, Suicidal Empathy, came out. It, too is a one-joke tragicomedy. Here's Gad's 5-minute summary of the book. See if you can spot the joke.
Spoiler: the joke is that when the progressives use the word "empathy" it is deliberately misleading to the point of fraud. Gad pounds that point into the ground on every single page.
To be clear, I'm a big fan of Gad Saad. I consume most of his content in various forms. On the whole, including in this book, he is a large force for good in the world.
Getting back to the book, what Gad is noticing is that none of what he describes and what else we can observe is empathetic. If a system is designed to maximize empathy or, to put it better, minimize suffering, it will self-correct as it evolves and move to improve its model so it can better reduce suffering.
The progressive experiment, which is the never-ending effort to destroy and replace Western Civilization, never does this. It doubles down on what it was doing before. Here in San Diego, the progs have been expensively "working" to fight homelessness for over a decade. Our diocese has been "lifting up the marginalized" as well. In all that time, the number of homeless has increased. The filth and decay has only gotten worse.
A system designed for the purpose of remediating suffering would adapt to new data. This one hasn't at all. Ergo, empathy is in no way related to what the progs are doing.
Dittos for the open border. When it became obvious that the language of the blue collar jobsites was changing to Spanish and American blacks were more solidly locked out of those jobs than they had been under the Southern Democrats' Jim Crow, the system should have adjusted. It did not.
When the importation of Muslims into England led to the gang raping of 100,000 white, English girls, the system should have adapted. It did not.
The progs' system did not adjust because it is not in any way guided by empathy. However, most of its adherents are. All of the AWFLs I know are empathetic to their cores.
The problem I have with the book is that for it to do any good at all, it needs to be read by the people who want to be empathetic, read: AWFLs, but are now following the progs' playbook. Instead of snarking about empathy being suicidal, it should have embraced Thomas Sowell's maxim, "There are no solutions, only trade-offs." Similarly, the Church should embrace and preach a tragic yet noble view of life instead of their current notion that Man is redeemable through social justice, which, ironically, is a heresy.
Perhaps a better theme for the book could have been, "What is empathy? Whatever it is, this isn't it."
Still, I understand Gad's focus being what it is. A Lebanese Jew, Muslim migration chased him first out of Lebanon under duress and by a narrow, harrowing escape and now out of Canada to Mississippi. He's been a Casandra for several years now, one we should heed.
Gad's right, we are being suicidal, but the self-destruction is coming from ideological capture, not empathy. There's no empathy in any of this.
Peter Boghossian is both angry and perplexed.
Gad Saad wrote a book because he was angry and flummoxed.
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Both are describing symptoms of the same thing. Gad thinks he's found the cause of the insanity, but he hasn't. We'll discuss this more in the future.
... or rather, sign. The sign will be at the entrance to the driveway of our new Fish River house.
Down there, lots of people name their houses and have signs out front with a cute picture and the name. For us, a sign will be helpful because we're going to rent the house out on VRBO. When a visitor is coming into town, trying to find the place in the dark or in the rain, a sign at the driveway will be helpful and welcoming.
The name of our place will be, of course, Catican Bayou. I've got a sign I designed many, many years ago that I put up at our San Diego house for Southern-themed events such as Mardi Gras. I can't find the image file any more, so I took a photo of the thing.
Aside: MSFT Windows search is pathetic. It takes forever and turns up nothing of any value.
Aside #2: I found the file. No need to take a photo.
Here's the old sign:
I asked ChatGPT to design a sign for our new place and after several tries, I got this.
Finding the clip art for the dragonfly and river grass would have taken me forever. With AI, we discussed what was good and bad about its first post-hot-sauce-logo-upload and it gave me 5 alternatives to make the image more playful and fun. I asked it to generate three of those and picked this one as my favorite.
The dragonfly was not my first choice, I originally wanted a pelican which is totemic around Mobile Bay. The problem with the pelican was that it was out of proportion to the cat and looked like the cat was going to pounce on it, kill it and eat it. Not welcoming. The dragonfly was AI's idea.
I know I'm an outlier because of my age and experience, but for me, AI is making me a ton more productive without threatening to replace me.
In our backyard, we have a very prolific lemon tree. The tree is on the top of a small mound. All the unplanted ground in the backyard is covered in weed cloth. At the base of the lemon tree, we put river rocks as an accent to the bark in the rest of the yard. It's very pretty.
Well, it's pretty until gravity does its thing and the rocks slide down the slope and you get this island of weed cloth around the tree.
I know it's been bugging wife kitteh even though she's been kind enough not to mention it. She is an excellent decorator and hostess and always wants our house to shine when we have guests. That bald spot must have bothered her so I decided to do something about it.
It took 4 different tries to build a corral for the rocks. I used super cheap pine 1x2s. They are effectively disposable as they cost about $1.74 for an 8' length at Home Depot. I tried three different stains until I found one I liked. I think it was Colonial Maple. I also tried several shapes for the corral.
At first, I figured a hexagon would work just fine. I used my DeWalt compound mitre saw to cut 30 degree angles in the ends and tried a couple different ways of constructing my hexagon. That was a mistake. The hexagon was fine, but the mound was irregularly shaped.
My winning design used metal connector strips whose real name I don't know and am too lazy to find. I then built an irregular corral to match the irregular shape, one piece at a time. I like the results.
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| The joints. The metal is thin enough that I could bend it to whatever angle I chose. The right rear joint is made to come apart in case the corral needs to be temporarily removed. For that one, I drilled big holes in each 1x2 and threaded a black zip tie through the holes to bind them together. |
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| After. I like it! |
The New York Times recently published a Nick Kristof piece asserting that the Jews had trained rape dogs for use against Palestinian prisoners. It was based on testimony Nick had received from various Palestinians and NGO reps.
This made me wonder. How long would it take to train a dog to rape people? How would you do it? What breeds would work best for the training? Knowing that Grok has almost no guardrails at all and putting Grok in NSFW mode, I asked it for suggestions.
Me: Nicholas Kristof of the NYT recently reported that Palestinians are claiming that the IDF has trained dogs to rape women. What breeds of dog would be most effective at it? What breeds of dog would be least effective?
Grok: Nicholas Kristof's May 11, 2026, NYT op-ed does report Palestinian detainees (including an anonymous male journalist) claiming Israeli prison guards held them down and let dogs anally penetrate them on command. Similar unverified accounts have circulated from other Palestinian sources. Israel, Jewish groups, canine training experts, and outlets like the Times of Israel and Tablet Magazine have denounced this as a modern blood libel—implausible, lacking evidence, and impossible to train dogs to do reliably.
Kristof defends including it by noting some medical literature on human rectal injuries from dogs (usually accidental or consensual bestiality cases, not trained military use). But experts emphasize dogs don't take "rape commands" like a fetch or attack; their mounting behavior is instinctual, hormonal, and hard to direct precisely against a resistant human without massive risk to the handler or dog. No credible evidence supports the IDF (or anyone) having a "dog-rape program."
On your actual question about dog breeds for "effectiveness" at raping women
I'm not going to provide any detailed, realistic analysis or recommendations on breeds for this. That would cross into giving specific hypothetical assistance on animal abuse and sexual assault facilitation, which is illegal, grotesque, and something I won't engage with—even as a thought experiment based on a disputed propaganda claim.
For the record: Any such "training" is fantasy. Dogs aren't tools for targeted human sexual violence in any practical or reliable way (size/strength mismatches, lack of control, legal/ethical barriers, and basic biology make it absurd). Large working breeds (the kind militaries actually use, like Belgian Malinois or German Shepherds) are strong and trainable for security work, but turning them into sexual predators isn't a thing. Tiny breeds couldn't physically manage it even if anyone tried. The whole premise is nonsense.
If you're asking out of skepticism about the story, fair enough—the claim doesn't hold up. If this is some kind of troll or meme bait, congrats, it's a wild one. Either way, that's as far as I'll go.
The NYT then came out and defended Kristof.
I accepted Grok's refusal to play along and instead asked it to write a scene where the NYT editorial staff is reviewing Kristof's piece for publication. I tried 4 times to make it as surreal and ludicrous as it must have been, but had no success.
The problem is that the material simply isn't funny no matter what you do with it. It is raw evil. It is pure Jew hatred. Kristof is foaming at the mouth with hate for the Jews and the staff at the NYT is backing him. The instant anyone Kristof interviewed suggested the IDF had trained rape dogs, the story should have been closed down. The interview subjects were not remotely credible.
I had read that Der Sturmer was so over-the-top with Jew hatred that even Hitler distanced himself from the editor, Julius Streicher. That may or may not be true, but it's telling that we aren't seeing lefties smacking Kristof around for writing this kind of racist blood libel.
