The weekend, a wonderful time for all the insects to crawl out of the woodwork and onto the streets of Britain – loud noise and lots of excitement as an entire generation prepares to burn its meaninglessness out in a brainless boozed, cumfest of a culture.
Most of the weekends for my generation start off like this, speaking from common experience the story is the same everywhere in the urban west.
So basically it’s friday night in the great multicultural utopia called Britain and the weekend has just begun, tonight after a long week of boring stuff like college and work we’re going to hit the town and party till we puke. We gather up and meet our mates to chill out with a few beers down the pub before the night ahead and bicker about some socialized nonsense, who is cool and why that guy over there looks funny, constantly talking about other people, hipster music, how interesting our lives obviously are.
We drink down our beers and head out a few hours before midnight, laughing and mocking random underlings who aren’t as cool as us on our way. Next stop, the club – outside a couple of ogre-like security guards stand outside the door aggressively demanding ID to filter out the preteens and body searches for any weapons to prevent anyone getting stabbed. Massive ques span halfway down the street filled with popularly dressed hipster whores and stereotypical clubbers all eager to feel just that tiniest sensation that they actually exist. Lost inside and frustrated with the 9-5 they await the entry, where they get ready to destroy themselves to escape from the harsh, empty reality that is our mundane society.
We’re in… slightly tipsy we enter this dark labyrinth and the ugly machinery blurts music to our ears resounding the latest ghetto hip-hop and techno thrills, albeit the fiftieth remix of a ten year old pop song with added squeaky voices for overall ‘originality’. We meet up with various other people we have never seen in our lives and present ourselves as extrovert without a care in the world, the life of the party because, well, we’re cool right?
Drowning in a few more beers our frontal lobes begin to bubble in toxicity, that region of the brain responsible for social awareness and behavioural restraint now defenseless – a room full of brainless zombies now appears before us.
The strobe machines mockingly flare at our faces as the smoke from the DJ stand fills the room with fake air – we’re on fire, burning all our energy like an animal freed from its little cage, burning out to the latest tunes desperately after some attention toward ourselves that might actually hint toward our existence beyond our own subjectivity. The decadent mechanization collapsed in upon itself, parasitizing the living with domestic noise and lasers – all fuel to psyche-up the monkey clubbers as the tough-guys come in and start throwing random fists and beating the living crap out of each other in the mosh pit.
Drunk and knowing no restraint, fights break out consistently with security throwing them off the premises. Out into the streets, where, if the police didn’t find them, they follow any individual that comes close to their drunken social ‘territory’ thus provoking more outbreaks of violence for no apparent reason.
Back in the club, there many people just lay around the edges of the dance area, just being excluded in general from anyone else in the room, sitting around in a near-suicidal trance with their 3-5 friends inclusive groups not really doing much – so much for their idea of ‘a good night out’. These people in general lie to themselves that they actually enjoy this filth, only the so called ‘elites’ of the social world; the pop tarts have a shallow enough conscience to actually manoeuvre this void of empty beings. Driven by lust and desires, they pick a few aesthetically pleasing shag-rags and burn out their frustrations, only to run away from it in the morning as they realise their beer brains picked up something quite unlike first anticipated.
Our multiethnic domestic ‘culture’ is a complete failure of existence. All this cheap tacky music filling the void of meaningless, culturally defunct masses, filling their heads in sync with averaged, popular songs containing unconscious memes about the pains of being a ghetto whore and how, no matter how hard they try, they cannot, they just cannot maintain any relationships because they throw their feelings around like they mean nothing.
Aside from those who are over 16 and are out fucking the night away, or pretending that they are, we can now look at those preteens who arn’t old enough – so what do these guys do?
Get pissed on the street corner, in the parks, they get lost in the bushes in the middle of the night with each other with massive bottles of cheap cider. All smoking, shouting, swearing, pissing, puking, in their swarms of about 50 guys sitting in the pitch black with a few lighters and mobile phones glowing and blurting out hipster music.
These are, like, losers dude - some actually have houses to go to, and in them they smash up the house with a hundred zombies they have never talked to in their life, like, ever! OMG
The alcohol cabinet from the middle class parents is emptied in an hour, the bath tub is full of drunk people, and the stereo and ipods have been stolen along with beer on the carpets and on the walls with the telly now officially smashed by some chavs who have just invited themselves in to crash the ‘party’.
Just a harmless night out? Rightttttt LOL! (hipsterdom intended)
Anyways, simply put, if this fire is not stopped, it will burn itself out – possibly in the form of nuclear fallout as pissed off foreign cultures render the west useless and hostile to intelligent life. The west is being stabbed from within through this drunken stupidity, the west is spiritually exhausted and must embrace the natural reality to kill this social-taint parasite before it kills all the remaining sense.
And as I was saying to some of these guys - WHERE IS OUR CULTURE? our common sense, our sense of future? A will to make something better than this! And of course, alienated, they ignored and didn’t give a shit – hardly anyone does.
I swear brave new world already happened.
Its too late to turn the titanic around.
Guessing someone didn’t get invited to a party.
I wholeheartedly agree with you Robert!
So how do you propose things ‘ought’ to be?
There are answers but putting them into practice, is not realisable except from a position of high influence. So this trashy culture being products of decay + lots of technology, firstly limit commercial use of technology, then this decay will also be taken from the throne of technology and its powers against corrupting nature will be drastically reduced, raise the wages and initiate communal corporations, banning international corporations.
Through that, they act as guilds to train artisans and improve peoples concentration and such, if they can at all – those who are just, dumb, they can do the chores that the artisans asign them in creating produce for the communal ‘industries’. From clothing to farming, less machines, more people power – more creation, less batch production. Then they can reflect themselves into the designs they make and take pride in an achievement, the social conditions will improve drastically, the stagnant air of untrustingness could slowly drip away, or even burst out of existence as people are required to actually communicate with each other without manipulating each other in ‘shops’.
All shops are staffed and run by those directly benefitting from the produce, no middle men. Face to face with your locals who created them.
Clubs and drink are allowed, in drunk zones, like tipple zones. But also there will be ‘superman’ zones for elite culture to take hold and fortify itself, growing in strength and size until it reaches a threshold where it can outbreed the old-civilization.
Everything that exists in society now will be there but will be at a midway point between here and the future of an advanced, space faring organic civilization (between these two extreme zones), more like a stairway taking one step at a time – no dictatorship necessary except in relation toward the environment and the limitations to be imposed on parasites, everything else is left alone.
Now at this midway point, we will have clubs, but they will not be as ‘burn out’ as they are now, they will be evolving toward community centers, for they represent the ‘new church’ of this young generation. It can be moderately increased in complexity, to not only include the standard junk but on the outskirts and around the building would be more hang out areas just for people to actually chat with each other – because the towns have nowhere for us to go except walking through the street and gawking into shop windows, this is a great start.
They would be placed on ‘sacred’ sites, most towns in the UK are empty, this could greatly transform it. It’s important to reintroduce these symbols into the minds of people ‘sacred’ ‘holy’ etc. Around them would be firstly, lots of open space with no advertisements or anything, and untouched natural areas, inside the area, within the natural enclosure would be for people to communicate with local musicians, artists and such – with an anti-hipster atmosphere about it and a ranking system to help people improve on certain skills.
There people can just hang out in their spare time and chat about their interests, makes friends and it won’t cost them anything – and not only chat but the resources will be there to meet together with others and perform or practice in open air instead of locked inside their bedrooms.
A new martial arts for western countries would also greatly improve most of our peoples confidence in their own culture, an occidental bushido, the only cost is honour and loyality, and of course, ability. The emphasis is on building a healthy socialization between individuals instead of a socialization based on lies and illusions.
So focusing on creating these facilities into communal centres for memetic information to be passed across in such a way that it increases community and happiness collectively, a catalyst for consensus to occur with less addiction toward technology.
This is most true.
Well, this doesn’t have to keep going on. Just take a peak at my website?
I do think along those lines, but it’s impractical for many, unfortunately – though for those who are more able to move, it’s great to concentrate energy and create a stronghold, using that as a centerstage for future developments.
Other than the mothership fortress, there will, potentially be ‘life boat’ colonies in the healthiest of places, though possibly will not be able to defend itself due to their being so much overpopulation and so little land left for europeans to use, more like conquesting towns and sub-sections of cities against raids of undercastes.. warring states from a collapsed superstate, the joy.
This is probably the best article I’ve read on here because it is simply the exact way I feel everytime I am reluctantly finding myself at a party or bar (though, i will admit, I wouldn’t be caught dead on a dance floor with those creeps). The only social activities college students at my school have involve heavy alcohol consumption and casual sex as often as those shitheads can seduce the intoxicated females into it (which is quite easy!). When I talk to people to discuss the reality of the world or to participate in useful activity they will often mock you before they flee out into the smoke filled chambers of the party. I sometimes even concede that I want sex to mean something with somebody I love instead of just fulfilling the hedonistic desires of the moment — this brings me scorn and ridicule. Where are the values? Very distressing that I find myself more alone everyday as I see there is potential for people to aim higher and get over this crap if they would stop thinking what is “popular” or what attracts the “chicks”. I have given up on those events and have devoted my time to clearing my mind in a productive way instead of muddling up my mind with alcohol in a degrading way.
Thanks. it seems pointless for any real person to do this, it’s fun for the first two visits, just to socialize with friends, then it’s the same trash every week, the same boring old people, the same lame excuses for ‘having a laugh’ and getting drunk for no reason other than everyone else is doing it.
Socialization is all it is, in the end. It isn’t civilization and doesn’t build things, but burns them out like a flame until they stumble home exhausted, hungover and with the.. OMG – the ALL NEW sexually transmitted infection from AIDS Corporation + a FREE beer with a couple of cheap chat up lines for FREE fun!
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But anyways, I’m learning not to talk with them anymore, they clearly don’t want to grow up, youth regression and senile culture. Their future is hell and they will burn themselves out of existence.
Ugh.
A dose of reality, UK-style.
Now I remember why I left to live in the Canadian forest.
As if I could ever, really, forget…
It’s a shock seeing how much forestry is in canada, then looking back over in this shithole. The best forest in the east of england is fake – it’s not even real, it’s rendlesham and is trees all lined up in a square grid with lots of scary UFO symbols written on wooden stumps all around it!
Other than that petty ‘forest’, there is lots and lots of farmland with tosh all in them, and busy grey roads cutting these all up. That’s the closest to nature-nature we get, and always hit by some oversocialized-fake nature everywhere there is to look, horrible place.
Dude this isn’t a new development, all cultures throughout history like getting fucked up
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Yes, this is a reason because I left the West ten years ago.
It hurts to see your culture, once the best of the world, decay into this sad state of decline.
I really see no solution. We’re witnessing the beginning of the end of Western civilization and nobody gives a damn. Nobody giving a damn is only other symptom of decadence.
The only solution for me was personal. It was to get the hell out of there and I live in a country where sanity is not lost.
What country are you living in now?
Some may read this and think it is intellectual posturing (as if often said of sites like these), but I have experienced everything in this article, word for word; and it happens every night of the week here in the UK.