Now it's scary to make some jokes. There's no humor. They irritate immediately. You also cannot tell when you can touch your skin. Now you can't tell a person that you're a girl or a boy. How many jokes can't be made! Those of origin, those of sexual orientation, those of fat, those of tarts, those of blacksmiths… The worst is not to narrow the ground for jokes, the worst is that some debates have become taboo, they cannot be raised.

Feminism, anti-racism, the thin skin of some collectives (LGTBIQ+, look at how many letters to not offend anyone), parents of all kinds of children, defenders of the politically correct, and, of course, the Buenist Left.

I would say that at some point it has happened to anyone who lives in some privilege, to consider the defense of some dignity as contrary to any of our rights, to move in the chair with impotence, to start building some discourse and to feel cymatical inside. Paying attention to that wrinkle and seeing that pain felt not in a right, but in a privilege.

Turning some issues into taboo is an achievement, for example those relating to the suppression of rights. It is not bad that before I take a taboo debate to letters to the director, I ask why the Buenist Left is so vigilant in bringing some issues to public debate. Worry not only about your fear, but also about the nightmares you create on the other side.