The message I was given was clear: there is only one acceptable way of telling jokes and, if you don’t conform to it, then you should expect your car… - Konstantin Kisin

In his best-selling book Love for Imperfect Things, Zen Buddhist teacher Haemin Sunim proves that things don’t need to be faultless in order for them to be good or adored. They can be cherished and retain their inherent value in spite of their failings, much like human beings themselves.

The radical left is the home of the unhappy—and how best to create more miserable people than to break down the roots that give us security, stability and fulfilment?

Here’s an idea: why don’t we all stop telling other people how they should refer to themselves and mind our own damn business?