Monday, May 18, 2026

They've Got To Be Carefully Taught

Nicholas Kristof has a hate/hate relationship with the truth. This week's pack'o'lies about Israel training dogs to rape Palestinian men is just one more piece of spewed bullshit that The New York Times as published as "opinion."

Federal Judge Roy K. Altman, a Venezuelan-American lawyer and jurist who currently serves as a United States district judge for the United States District Court for the Southern District of Florida, published a terrific analysis of Kristof's latest in Substack's The Free PressA Miscarriage of Journalism at ‘The New York Times’. I would strongly urge everyone to read his analysis of Kristof's lack of journalistic integrity. In it, Altman writes:

Today, this whole system is being undermined by the proliferation of false information—especially on the internet. But it’s one thing to have our geopolitical and ideological enemies—whether China, Russia, or the Muslim Brotherhood—pushing unverified claims about our closest allies into our cell phones. It’s another thing entirely for The New York Times, a supposed “paper of record,” and one of its Pulitzer Prize–winning journalists to offer a story that—in its disregard of basic evidence-gathering norms, its unwillingness to investigate the opposing side’s position, and its inversion of common sense—violates the fundamental rules of fairness and due process that have, for centuries, served as the bulwark of our democracy.

In digging into Kristof's background, I discovered something that is overlooked, even though he actually wrote about it in his first memoir. His father, after immigrating to the US, became a respected academic. His name, Wladyslaw Krzysztofowicz, was changed to Ladis Kristof, and while he has written about his father as a refugee and mentions his father served in the Romanian army during the war, he glosses over what his dad actually did.

Larry Tauber writes about that period in an article on Substack: What Did You Do In The War, Daddy?

Apple. Tree. Children have got to be carefully taught and it looks like Papa Kristof did a good job.

Maybe if this was Kristof's first foray into opinionated fantasy land, I might feel less inclined to mention it. But it is not. Nor is it the first time The NYT has been caught with their editorial pants around their ankles, especially when it comes to Kristof. Just google 
how many times has kristof posted false information?

The Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week
Heard Douglas Murray speak on Sunday,
so the tip really come from him:
"One truth can puncture a thousand lies."
One can only hope.

Monday, May 11, 2026

Monument Man ~ Part Trois

If Ziggy was running this show, this would be the intro. Or, it might be the joke. Hard to say. But on May 7th, a 22' gold leafed President Felon was unveiled at his Doral golf course and blessed with a dedication by "Pastor" Mark Burns, a guy of dubious origins. From Wikipedia:
Burns claimed to have held a Bachelor of Science degree from North Greenville University and claimed to have served six years in the U.S. Army Reserve. In August 2016, those claims were disproved by CNN. Burns attended North Greenville University for one semester and did not receive a degree. Burns served from 2001 to 2005 in the South Carolina Army National Guard, rather than the Army Reserve. Burns said the false claims about his life on his website were the result of the website being hacked. Later, he admitted that he had lied about his education, but said he was attacked because he is "a black man supporting Donald Trump for president."

Sure, it was. 

But this is so עגל זהב...golden calf straight outta the the Book of Exodus....with a twist. The statue isn't real gold, it's cheesy gold leaf, just like all the gold leaf decorations in the Gold House. Apparently, gold plating was too expensive and this was a cheap (and cheesy) work around. Interestingly, so far there is no transcript or video of the dedication ceremony or "Pastor" Burns' dedication/blessing speech. President Felon wasn't there...but he did phone in a few comments praising "Pastor" Burns, who held his phone to the mic so his taskmaster could be heard by the devotees. I wonder why that was. Of course, we all know what happened when Moshe Rabbeinu (our man Moses)  came down the mountain with the tablets and saw the golden calf: a BIG gaping hole. We can only hope.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch,  I said I was stepping back a bit. I listened to Andy Borowitz interview Heather Cox Richardson (my hero) who described her daily letter writing process and I was delighted to learn she functions much like I do. But she said something that really got to me:
Honestly, if I were really getting to do whatever I wanted to do, I would stop reading about this administration and just do history. Right. Because that's really my happy place. But I'm happy to be able to share my world with other people. And I would urge everybody to share their world with other people.
 
Look at what you do. That really contributes to the world. And I couldn't begin to do that. So I'm tired. There's no doubt about it. But I feel extraordinarily privileged to have been given the skills of to help other people through this moment and help them find ways to contribute as well.
 
There's nothing actually I'm prouder of that I've done. So that's all I got.

I don't have her skills, but I do know from the email I get that people do read my stuff. They don't always agree, but that's okay. And she echoed exactly how I feel right now: that's all I've got. For now. I just need to regroup a bit. 

The Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week
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Monday, May 4, 2026

May Is Not My Best Month

May is not my best month. 

All these years later, I'm still missing a big, giant part of me; it's just this a gaping sinkhole that never really shrinks. There are days I wonder how I got left behind, but then Little Miss and Young Sir somehow manage to remind me I have a function. They seem to want me around, so I guess it's a good thing I'm here. 

But I'm tired. I'm tired of pissing into the wind and getting it back in my face. I'm getting screechy again and I cannot stand that. 

I cannot keep writing about open-season on Jews worldwide without wanting to stand on my mirpeset and scream. I am tired of talking to non-Jewish friends who think I'm over-reacting when I point out London, Paris, and most of Spain are not safe for Jews. And New York City is moving in that direction. That we are walking targets.  And, when it was suggested we should "stand down," in Israel, I can't keep trying to explain that this is an existential threat, and then ask why we, the indigenous people of that strip of land, have not the right to live there peacefully. And why 78 years of non-stop rocket launches at our civilian population requires a response. 

We may be only 0.2% of the world's population, but we seem to get 90% of the hate. (I made that hate percentage up, but it's probably close enough for government work.) You'd think they'd go pick on someone else for a while.

from Truth Social
I cannot make sense of this administration and its leadership. We have a president who posts shit like this on his social media and then thinks we buy into his delusions of whatever. That gilding of the White House into the Gold House is obscene. So is this cockamamie ballroom and the Arc de' Felon. Oh, did I mention the Golf Garden of Heroes? I'm sure Charlie Kirk's statue will be lovely.

I am tired of WRITING IN CAPITAL LETTERS TO TELL PEOPLE TO REMOVE BULLSHIT FAKE NEWS POSTS. I am tired of being the vetting police amongst people who cannot be bothered to check the veracity of their own posts. 

Meanwhile, back at the ranch....it's almost 10 p.m. and I've tossed out seven blog episodes so far tonight. 

The truth is, I need a break. 

So here's what I'm gonna do: I'm gonna do a few weeks of The Best Of The WP. I'll put something out on Mondays as usual, and if something radical happens, it's back to work.  Ziggy would approve. Deal with it.

The Wifely Person's Tip o'the Whatever

This week's tip comes from Albert Einstein. 

The pursuit of knowledge for its own sake,
an almost fanatical love of justice
and the desire for personal independence—
these are the features of the Jewish tradition
which make me thank my stars that I belong to it.