The heart of woak?

I want to be a woman – a short Monty Python sketch from 1979

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Yet that logic has prevailed.

Tolerance will reach such a level that intelligent people will be banned from thinking so as not to offend the imbeciles.”

Dostoevsky’s razor-sharp prophecy critiques the paradox of modern tolerance—where fear of offence stifles truth. His irony underscores the fragility of societies that prioritize comfort over wisdom, urging us to defend reason even when it unsettles.

Since the mid-20th century, many elite institutions have rejected the philosophical orientation of empiricism in favor of a faddish postmodern view of the world. Postmodernism, alongside romanticist and fundamentalist religious modes of thought, rejects the notion that humans are able to discern what is true through data collection and experimentation.

Romanticists believe that the truth is discerned through feeling, fundamentalists through revelation—and postmodernists believe that there is no such thing as truth at all.

Our new media ecosystem blends all three of these outlooks, rendering empiricism a quaint relic of another age.

 Time writer William Henry III on the subject of multiculturalism and cultural equality, states that “it is scarcely the same thing to put a man on the moon as to put a bone in your nose”.

Goldberg stated that “multiculturalism—which is simply egalitarianism wrapped in rainbow-colored paper—has elevated the notion that all ideas are equal, all systems equivalent, all cultures of comparable worth.”

He has criticized the idea of “social justice” as meaning “anything its champions want it to mean” or “‘good things’ no one needs to argue for and no one dare be against”.

Kindness

It needed a crash to shake me out of my lethargy.

Being inclined to indolence I have a routine, which I follow with minor deviations depending largely on weather and people. I am not a spontaneously social being so take the wider track to avoid chatters.

Today it was wet, as was yesterday and many days before. Walking Lulu, I took a loop to avoid a lady and her two sprightly Staffies.

As I got to the slippery downslope to the road, I saw a friendly feller from up the road …. and my right foot slipped, smooth and fast!

My left knee (with the 35year old carbon fibre ligament) bent under me and I crashed onto my left foot). Oomph and eina!

I am not as slim as I used to be, so I think the earth shuddered. I lay gasping like a stranded whale. Lulu was still attached but soon lost interest. The friendly feller hustled over and inquired. A muscular jogger stopped and enquired. They lifted me up (ooh! I feel a song coming on..). A man in a big RAM truck stopped and enquired.

I felt loved and soo grateful. Every person who saw me enquired and lifted my body and spirit. They ensured I was alright before they left.

It is so good to know spontaneous kindness and care beat in everyman’s chest. I am reassured about the goodness of man.

I was careless, I know the place is slippery and always take care, except when I don’t! Gratitude is a healing warmth.

I am a better man today than I was yesterday.