Interesting discussion the last couple of pages. The way people contextualise and conceptualise their arguments... I'm not sure I can keep up with that - maybe because I'm just not high IQ enough or lack life experience (probably a bit of both). And I'm tired, and I post less and less on forums these days. I communicate less and less with people on the whole now. I'm a giver more than a taker, but like I said, I'm tired...
With that said: what we have now here in the UK is just the whole inverted totalitarian thing come about, along with all the anarcho-tyranny that goes hand in hand with it, including all the managerialism gone mad, and the ensuing apathy and confusion and double-think and cognitive-dissonance that that all brings about. We're not just living in a dystopian hell-hole borne out of Orwell's and Huxley's dreams and nightmares, but we've got a good dose of Kafka thrown in to the mix too, just to spice it up a little.
What we have here now, is all but in name a fucking banana republic. We are inherently corrupt from root to branch, it's just that the whole thing is so fucking ingrained and in your face and hiding in plain sight that it has become normalised. It's at a level of sophistication the commies could only ever dream about. Sure there's the propaganda that's meant to humiliate you by drawing you in to the lie (interesting what someone was saying about Havel the other day and 'living your truth', was it?). But there's also far more multi-layered and finessed levels of not just propaganda but good old fashioned mind control. Are they the same thing? I mean, the news might not tell you what to think, but it can sure tell you what to think about.
Everyone can feel it. You can see it etched on people's faces. If you only realised just how bad it is. As if they were the only ones feeling it, because in their little world they are, because normal people don't really communicate these things. I mean, some might, but most people know that others will just think you bat shit crazy if you delve in to the depths of any of this.
Then there's the class divide. The education divide. The life experience divide. Vested interests and conflicts of interests to maintain the status quo. Look at Farage. I mean, I keep out of politics. I've said it before, no need to go in to it again. I admire your optimism to even entertain the fact that voting can make a difference. I realise the paradox in wasting your vote as well - I am not unaware. But learn to embrace the paradox, I guess.
Most people posting on this forum and certainly in this thread are a cut above what the man on the Clapham Omnibus might be able to express, let alone conceptualise, let alone even ever be able to contextualise. Life experience again, not just IQ, and Class, divides us. Poverty of experience...
But yet we have so much in common. We all feel it. Let alone if we can express it or even explain it to ourselves, but we know something is deeply wrong with our society. I mean, how can you teach your kids to be honest, when they are made to participate in the lie every day. When the parents are forced to participate in the lie every day. Practically each and every one of us now by this point. The give-a-fuck-o'meter is running on empty for most people, yet others are chomping at the bit for the things to get started that need to get started if real change is to come about. Because these people will not relinquish their power. And like that old punk adage: Power is nothing without Control - they would control us as much as they possibly can. What to do?
Psy-ops every fucking day. On the news, in the papers. On MY internet! You just can't escape it. ID cards this, porn pass that. Yeah. All of it a sheer impossibility; due to factors like, ooh, these people couldn't organise a piss up in a brewery not to mention the fact that the infrastructure needed just isn't there and there just aren't the resources needed to build that infrastructure. We are the laughing stock of the world. Say what you like about the fucking chinks but they know how to build a nuclear power station or lay a few thousand miles of railway track every year. How many miles now has that boondoggle laid down? HS2? In how many years? And how much more fraud and willful incompetence yet to come? Rhetorical questions.
It's all very well blaming the fucking niggers and the kikes, and they do need to take a portion of the blame, but it was the world that was brought about for them, for them to do their very thing, for them not to just survive, but thrive. They are the symptom not the disease. They are a symptom of the disease. The apathy and depression that so many feel on one end of the spectrum, counter-balanced by the murderous rage and desire for RWDS on the other end of it, are again, symptoms of a mind trying to regain control, find balance, gain some kind of equilibrium in a world where we have all been thrown to the wolves in one way or another, and some of us much more than others. Live on a sink estate just outside Croydon? What about a crumbling tenement just outside Glasgow? How about the forgotten shanty towns in and around Swansea? What hope have you got? No wonder drugs rule the day. No wonder people want immediate escape.
The whole drugs thing has ruined this country. And I'm not talking a few fucking stoner hippies getting hopped up on mary jane. Though that is an insidious drug and a stealer of time, no doubt. But the whole hierarchy of the whole drug empire thing - glamorised on TV and in films - is where the damage is done. From the inherently corrupt politicians that allow it to go on to the bent coppers that actively participate in it by policing or not policing, depending... never mind the good old ultra violence by the drug dealing thugs themselves, sunning themselves tax free in Dubai, all the way down to what some have been talking about here, the decimation of the high street through obvious money laundering schemes.
They want the high street decimated. They want the corner shops gone. They want you buying your food online. They don't want you nipping out to the chippy or the pub for a meal (and possibly socialising with other humans), they want you isolated in doors having it delivered by a fucking street-shitting paki. They want you wanking your brains out to degenerate tranny porn. They want you isolated and alone. In mind, body and spirit. And they think it's funny. I fucking hate them, as a quick aside. Both the people that brought this about and the symptoms of the disease and scourge they have unleashed upon us. I rarely go out of the house, for several different reasons I won't go in to. But when I do go out say every few months, the whole fucking world has changed, and not for the better.
People talk about accelerationism. Well, that's all very well and good. Because accelerationism is what we have got. But not brought about by any tactics or strategies from us, but by them! Because that's all there is in this life: Us and Them. And for 'them' everything is in its place and everything is going according to plan. None of this is by accident, it is ALL by design.
But it's a lot to take in isn't it. It really gets you thinking doesn't it. It really activates those almonds and gets the old noggin' joggin'. Really makes you think. But some people don't want to think, so they distract themselves with bread and circuses (getting fat and binge-watching netflix and reality tv), and if that doesn't work for them, there's always booze, or weed, or pick your poison. If it's coke you better make sure you can afford it, and if you can't afford it you can always start dealing it. Never get high on your own supply said Tony Montana, but look how he ended up! Drugs destroy communities. They destroy lives. A couple of pints down the pub with a few mates is one of life's great pleasures, a good old large skin blue rizzla stacked full of northern lights listening to some music, ditto. Hell, if your heart can hold out maybe the odd line of toot and a quick ecstasy when you're going out raving might enhance the experience, be a rite of passage. Just don't over do it. And just because you don't want to do it doesn't mean that no one else should not be allowed to do it.
Because what a sad society we live in. We don't really have any rites of passage any more. We don't really break bread amongst ourselves. There is little to no community or communion left now. The Church is an outmoded relic and those that turn to Christianity to own the muzzies, well, let's just say I think it's important one does the right thing for the right reasons, and I'm not sure about that. I have God. I wish more people did.
This septic isle. Not content with outpricing any kind of experience where you might be able to go and break some bread with a few mates, now they are just shutting the pubs down, the clubs too. Even if you did want to have a toot and a quick mitsubishi while you rip your top off and get your tits out while you teeny-bop away to 'untse-untse-untse-untse' well, just make sure you do it soon because in a few more years, you just won't be able to. There are already laws against 'repetive beats', and you never know with anarcho-tyranny, they might just start enforcing them.
They're trying to build a prison, for you and me. And they are doing it everywhere. Identity politics is bullshit. Left and right is bullshit. It's us vs them. Those who have power, and those that don't. There are predators, and there are prey. Having power means never having to say you are sorry. It means never having to take responsibility. Never apologise, never explain.
Still, just like all men are equal but some are more equal than others, some places are just shit, but some places are even shittier than the others. I used to enjoy going places in France and Germany and Belgium and even Holland and meeting up with people from all over the world and breaking bread, in the sun, nothing more than a few choice beers and being high on life and good company and conversation. Very few people even get to have that kind of richness of experience in this fucking country - they don't even know that kind of thing exists. And why should they? They've never been taught to do it, they've never been able to afford to do it most of them, but never in their most wildest philosophies did they think it possible...
And so this is it, it would seem. As society winds down and Europe especially starts to de-industrialise, it's only going to be more of the same. But worse. Just like going broke: slowly at first, then very quickly indeed. We're just at the slowly stage, but there's only one way we fall off this cliff. The sum total of man's ingenuity and hard work, for what? This? It could have all been so different. But we're at the last chapters of this particular book. A new book will be written, of course, just as it ever was thus and ever will be again.
And the center can not hold...
Houses rise and fall...
Look on my works, ye mighty...
The Tao that can be spoken is not the real Tao...
Somebody astutely observed earlier that the time is ripe for any half-competent political party to swoop right in and Vulture like snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. But no, that will not be allowed. That would be highly illegal. Somehow. The way this whole Reform thing has been set up has truly sickened me to the pit of my being. And that is as someone who is very 'unpolitical' in that sense. Who doesn't 'follow' politics, in any sense of the phrase. But I know a ruse when I come across one.
People hate on the puppets Starmer and Trump. They might even think they know who pulls the puppet's strings. But I'd wager the truth is far darker than even we can imagine, or dare to imagine. I like Trump. Sure, he's a bit of a cunt, but so is Putin, and I can't help liking him a little bit either. I guess you need a modicum of charisma to play politics. What did Zappa say?
Politics is show business for ugly people.
And just like Zappa also said, when the time comes and it is right and it is no longer profitable to keep up the pretence, well, then we shall see the curtains in the whole theatre part ways, because there is no purpose any more to participate in the charade. And that is when things get really 'interesting'.
And no one can say we don't live in interesting times.
Hell, if Corbyn got his fucking shit together, I'd get out of bed to vote for him! A chicken in every pot and an ice-pick in every trot, has a certain poetry to it, but I'm willing to make an exception just for the sheer comedy value of it. Not as funny as Farage actually becoming PM though, granted. But let's face it, that is never going to happen, was never going to happen.
It will be interesting to see how MiW wriggles out of this little development. But I respect the courage of his convictions, none the less, as a counterpoint to my dark and detached lonely little old heart.
I don't have any answers. And the answers I do have, well, you know, they aren't for polite company, shall we say. Just stock up on canned goods and water, get good with God if you can, and hold on to your hats, coz one way or another it's going to get hairy.
Followers of chaos, out of control.
