Archiving the “strange death of Europe,” as Douglas Murray put it, and the West more broadly, at the hands of the neoliberal technocracy.
NHS ‘period ambassador’ educates Welsh women about menstrual cycles
The NHS has recruited “Love Your Period” campaign ambassador and medical student Athika Ahmed (they/them pronouns) — meaning, presumably, a future government doctor in charge of British patients — to dispense reproductive health advice to young Welsh ladies on behalf of the NHS.
For thousands of years, the unwashed masses of Welsh women languished in ignorance about their menstrual cycles — that is, until an expert came along on an overtaxed dinghy to offer state-sponsored education and liberate them from their benightedness.
Via BBC (emphasis added):
Young women say they were taught how to open a bank account in school, but not how to change a tampon or spot signs of cancer.
"As a person from an ethnic minority background, in some communities it's actually taboo and quite a sensitive topic to talk about*, so if you're not able to learn about these things in school, then where do you learn?" said 23-year-old Athika Ahmed.
She was among the young people across Wales involved in the design of new school resources to increase understanding of the most common women's health conditions…
As a member of the Cardiff and Vale health board's youth panel, Athika said they were able to help shape the information in those resources.
She said she was nervous about speaking to her parents when she started her periods at a very young age, but not being able to get support in school also left her feeling "a step behind".
She was left with questions such as "when to change your pad, what type of pad you want to use, or the different types of products".
"I didn't know the difference between a pad and a tampon," she said.
"Simple things like hygiene would help young people get a grasp of these things and become the confident young women they could be.
*I wonder: in what “communities” is discussing women’s period issues taboo? Probably the white supremacist “community,” right?
If Jabba the Hutt went out into the desert of Tatooine, abducted a lady sandperson, took it as a concubine, and impregnated it in some kind of cross-species miscegenation, this is probably more or less what the product of that love affair would look like.
The NHS has generously gifted the women of Wales this "Love Your Period campaign ambassador" to educate them about menstruation pic.twitter.com/HZWsJJ9QkP
— Ben Bartee (@BenBartee) May 22, 2026
Maybe I overdo it with the Star Wars references, but it was a staple of my childhood and if the shoe fits…
Write what you know, as they say.
Anyway, if I were emperor of the galaxy, this individual would be subject to something called the “Peter Hotez Rule,” which would read as follows: “Any persons exceeding a body-mass index of 30 and/or a body fat percentage of 35% is hereby barred from holding any public health office.”
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Meanwhile, somewhere in South Asia…
In a totally unrelated story, we’ve got a gang of Muslims showing off their sweet, freshly shaved goats’ hindquarters in full bloom like they’re entering them into some kind of degenerate bestiality pageant.
The one gentleman kneeling in the front suggestively jiggles his goat’s backside just before giving it a nice pat, shooting a mischievous look at the camera as if to say: “She’s going to get it good tonight.”
The boys wining and dining their freshly shaven lady-goats
— Ben Bartee (@BenBartee) May 22, 2026
The purest love pic.twitter.com/ztKf7uDe4A
To assuage my concerns about what was going on here, I queried Grok.
It's very PC — some might call it gaslighting — answer:
This video shows men in traditional South Asian/Muslim attire posing indoors with decorated white goats on a rug (some kneeling and petting them, others smiling for the camera). It looks like footage from an Eid al-Adha celebration, livestock exhibition, or sacrificial animal event—common in those cultural contexts.
Whatever “livestock exhibition” cover story aside, no one is ever going to convince me that this isn’t about dolling their goats up for some sweet romance time after-hours.
