Tough to let a loved one go, tougher is the acceptance of never knowing what you had. A task to be sure, beloved dies and a mourning begins. Yet how does one begin to mourn the death of a country? Especially one that is supposedly still alive, a frail corpse of a nation selling itself to whichever liberal fad will pay for its supports. To watch the slow internal destruction of your home from within. Having to assimilate one’s views amongst progressives and liberals resulting in incessant intellectual nausea. A bidding farewell to the final remnants of a life lived yet still in movement. A final attempt at dragging my nostalgic British memories from their forbidden tomb and having them bear all for need of a comparison. I give my sincerest apologies to my memories, for they will have to meet their future.
The Fighting Temeraire – J. M. W. Turner, 1838
The dirty tugboat of liberal democracy. – Sorry Turner.
The United Kingdom has been my home for my entire life, admittedly my social habitat was a quiet, safe and traditional corner, yet as I recall, there was no ‘violence of the outside’, for Britain was a first world country at one point in time. So we were safe, healthy, financially stable and educated to our means, if not more.
Tradition was inherent from the beginning, I attended a Christian school, which, even for the time was overtly-traditional. Of course at a young age one cares not for rigour, routine, authority, hymns, dances and prayers, they seemed dull and tacked on for need of archaic use. I knew not that these roles and traditional responsibilities instilled in me a respect for – what might be – our countries last hope: tradition, heritage, conservatism and hierarchy. It as for manner of speaking an idyllic safe haven, yet this, for me and many was the world and was the world as it should be.
My childhood continued relatively uneventfully on a social level, there was little in the way of disturbance socially it seemed. And so I took part in traditional games, activities and adventures; the likes of which seemed eternal. ‘Surely the knowledge of how to build a fire will never ‘burn out’?’ I thought to myself. The West forgets. None of these were seen as dangerous, they only became so when the ignorant partook. And you don’t stay ignorant long in a hierarchy, when dignity’s on the line you learn and grow self-respect as well as respect for the learned.
There was little mollycoddling to be had except for pure experienced necessity (“Trust me, I know best.”). When children and adults are not wrapped in cotton wool, or at least learn to moult a few layers of narcissistic thread, they learn to deal with criticism, hate, pain and repsonsibility quickly and efficiently. If one got innocently hurt it was due to fault of self and not of teacher. You got burnt because you were ignorant to experience. Respect arises quickly when one understood that all they rely on comes from the old and matured, people are smarter than you, throw your selfishness to the floor and learn how to fix a tap.
Yet as can be expected later schooling was rife with typical forms of rebellion. These modern types of rebellion – collective in nature – burnt out quickly either due to hormonal stabilization, or were curbed and dismantled by the few remaining authoritative teachers. On reflection it is these teachers I have grown to respect the most, their authoritative manner arising from nothing more than interjection during teaching, of a subject that was of clear passion to them. A good teacher helps you understand the exam/test, a great teacher lets you understand the subject entirely, knowing the results will follow.
There was – at a very young age – no discussion of sex, gender, race or politics, for why would a child care of any of these things except without external pressure. To earnestly bring these issues up with a child would (and still should) be ridiculed as nothing but a transparent attempt at forcing an agenda. Or: If one wishes to believe there are more than two genders let them come to their insane conclusions on their own, let children have fun whilst they can. Politics was removed from daily life, at least where it need be, discussion of voting intention was shunned – even though voting within the United Kingdom is ultimately pointless: You’re only choice is to vote for democracy. And with politics caged to the papers and late night TV a child’s involvement was close to nil. Luckily for me the ever growing mutational-hedonism that is mass entertainment was only in its infancy and so yes, video games were played, films watched, but not in such abundance as to rewire brain functions. Consumer tech was at its utilitarian peak, we needed no more and could easily cope with less – as the immediate history was still allowed – as such, tech was addition not reliance.
Supermarkets were yet to evolve into their current perpetual-entertainment-sale systems they are now, larger produce sections, ready meals in their infancy and multiple fast foods in the stages of critique and decline due to new health information. Needless to say I know of only a handful acquaintances who grew up on ready meals. Families, school and communities all acted as support systems teaching etiquette, decency and manners as they grew. Worry not in a place where familiar strangers all say “Good morning!”, to walk without care in a dimly lit street, quiet and still.
One could argue I grew up in a rarity, somewhere so idyllic it seems almost an impossibility. If one was to argue this I’d be open to listening yet let me tell you, these places exist and some still do in a decayed stasis. Make no mistake I visited larger cities and found little appeal in them. Unless your life is centred on career, the cutting edge or the political fringe, bother not with the hot Western city corpses. Travel, suffocation and noise is all that awaits within. Each to their own, but let me lay where the sun still seems real.
There’s no doubt in the fact that I have become a curmudgeon. Yet those gripes that bitter old men hold onto earnestly have come true: ignorance and lack of respect within youth, apathy towards tradition and history, and an utmost reliance on others; freedom from responsibility seems to be the liberal youth’s objective, one has to ask, freedom from what responsibility?
It of course comes as no surprise that those without responsibility, aim or goal are lost and lacking, and as such, head for the quickest and easiest escape: Entertainment: Gaming, social media, insta-hedonism on tap. Ultimately escaping real life by not entering it at all; a replacement of all human notions with virtual escapes. Becoming reclusive and anti-social, pushing their waking hours into a virtual skill as a means to impress virtual friends; learning nothing of substance or worth, actively anti-betterment. Their education systems exacerbating the situation via liberal sodomy.
Liberal education systems favour practically everything over practicality and tradition. Studies of the religion inherent in the culture are replaced with study of the foreigner’s beliefs as a means for easier assimilation. The removal of the historic and spiritual context for fear of minor(ity) offence leaves only a flimsy blueprint of morality, which can be bent on a whim to fit whatever fad social science idea takes the reins that month. Without direct connection and correlation to the past, how can one expect to foster respect for those who helped in its creation? All that comes from ignorance of the past is acceptance of the future, however dismal it might (will) be. The post-modern narrative of stripping and deconstructing structures of their historical, traditional, religious and natural roots and supports has – much like that of a secular state – allowed only that which is most persuasive, coercive or persistent to infect it.
And so these days of old die at the hands of their cowardly sons and daughters. The destruction of spontaneity via implementation of ‘political correctness’ and ‘health & safety’, a tactfully elusive duality allowing for the beginnings of acceptance. Both ‘political correctness’ and ‘health & safety’ teach those in positions of bureaucratic power to enforce rules and regulations which teach people to not just distrust, but actively hand over their most common sense intuitions and senses to the state. The beginnings of a mollycoddle state wherein experience, even first hand, need not matter for there is, within liberal democracy, literally an answer for your most basic of concerns. They say that ‘Fascism’s good because at least you’re told what to think.’, well liberal democracy doesn’t even allow you to think. As if when the millennium hit a wave of pathetic contemptible air washed over the UK and we breathed deep, we entered into the final stages of apathy.
Alas the masses could no longer look after themselves, the relics of independence and responsibility are happily handed over to either state or corporation: Entertainment, state-subsidy, welfare, loans, credit, media-knowledge-handouts, qualified-teachers, peer-reviewed journals etc. one will (hopefully) notice a pattern here: The UK’s people no longer and for a while have not relied on their knowledge, their experience, their sense, but rely solely on that which they allow themselves to be told by others, who likewise do the same and so the burden of proof and responsibility moves perpetually, eventually to be lost. Genetics, IQ, tradition, family, heritage, ritual and beauty are thrown aside for a few transparent, yet hedonistic scraps handed out by the highest bidder.
The stereotypically teenage attempts of rebellion are first in line for the great subsumption and a clear example of the practice. In their futile attempts at rebellion the hormone loaded teenagers throw themselves at the most personally alluring collective: stoner, nerd, punk, worker etc. Falling for the lie, that these collectives offer any form of alteration to the liberal democracy hell-scape before them. All that’s changed is minor consumption choices and the addition of increasing layers of ignorance. Rebellion within post-modern liberal democracy is at best a forced capitalistic subsumption into that ideology itself. Rebellion within a liberal democracy such as the UK means you strengthen your enemy.
There’s no more authoritarians any more, not in any meaningful pre-post-modern sense. I talk here not of some bully, tyrant intent on sadism. I speak of a clear, concise and experienced leader, who in hindsight had your best interests at heart. Leadership is now subsumed into an inherently egalitarian culture. Stuck in a post-modern equality hell wherein everyone must be your friend: your teacher and your boss are no longer superiors, but equals, so the position crumbles. Taking charge, ordering, demanding, delegating are abuses of systematic oppressive power now. The masses cannot even take responsibility for their own being. Belligerent children are failing classes due to discipline restrictions and so the parents unload their responsibility onto the teacher. You see, within liberal democracy it is literally the employer’s fault if you’re lazy, the Dr is at fault for your illness, others are at fault for the narcissistic desires of the individual. A society lacking hierarchy and discipline ends only in the destruction of its own culture; if you cannot keep your society in line a stranger or a foreigner are more than happy to come along and show you how it’s done.
Utility is replaced by narcissism. At every step one’s identity comes first and is a blessing for their mere existence. Within contemporary liberal democracy identity precedes essence. The masses can neither change a tire nor cook a meal, build a home or grow food, yet they can most definitely name more than two genders, they can bow to the whims of each and every minority as a means of virtue signalling, they’ll assist in opening the floodgates to strangers and blame you for the consequences. They cannot look after their most basic needs, but they can and will list ways in which that which has held them up: the state, tradition, capitalism, professionals and western history owes them a living whilst simultaneously giving up its own. Or, in short: Are you a victim of ideology, of class, of imbalance? Or are you you just too lazy, will-less and self-centred to understand alternatives to your hedonistic liberal social justice.
I bid farewell to a country I for a while, unknowingly, adored. Let it be known hence forth that the UK as it stands is not the United Kingdom. It is a liberal simulacra without control of thought for alteration.
Rest in peace United Kingdom, you had a good innings.