How utterly frivolous these words must appear to you at times! I do recognise my great fortune, for which I am grateful. And I delight in the rituals. But all is not as it seems. We slouch towards a storm-smothered end. I express my view here, in the last days of the Kali Yuga, like a bloody nightmare foretold. I focus my eyes with fixed aim to ignore the hurricane-chaos around me, which grows more intense. A daily combination of cocktails and codeine provides ecstasy and contemplation. I am drunk most of the time, or otherwise disengaged, just to stay alive. I plumb the depths of memory and conjecture, a reteller of future myths. But it is not enough. Bloodlust, revenge, glory: I was made for it. It's coming. Cometh the hour, cometh the man.
09 August 2011
Ecstasy & Contemplation
How utterly frivolous these words must appear to you at times! I do recognise my great fortune, for which I am grateful. And I delight in the rituals. But all is not as it seems. We slouch towards a storm-smothered end. I express my view here, in the last days of the Kali Yuga, like a bloody nightmare foretold. I focus my eyes with fixed aim to ignore the hurricane-chaos around me, which grows more intense. A daily combination of cocktails and codeine provides ecstasy and contemplation. I am drunk most of the time, or otherwise disengaged, just to stay alive. I plumb the depths of memory and conjecture, a reteller of future myths. But it is not enough. Bloodlust, revenge, glory: I was made for it. It's coming. Cometh the hour, cometh the man.
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IT has begun.
To this post I raise my glass.
May I propose you move concertedly towards Tramadol instead? Lasts longer and mixes exceptionally well with libations of the adult variety. It makes the nights worth living and the days worth forgetting.
You would think London burning would be bigger news. The BBC site of course has more. A litany of ancient names in flames or rioting or “like a battlefield”: Birmingham, Liverpool, Nottingham, Bristol, Oxford, Reading, Hackney, Brixton, Peckham, Croydon, Tottenham, Enfield, . . .. Like reports after a thousand-plane raid by the Luftwaffe. Encouragingly, the Home Secretary announces that water cannon will not be necessary, though in Merseyside, an assistant fire marshal describes the violence as “quite frankly unforgivable.” A provincial police official said it wasn’t an angry mob, but a greedy one.
Nancy read me the squirming editorial from The Guardian, hooting after every sentence. “The violence cannot be condoned,” thundered the editorial writer. “Who’s condoning the violence?,” asked Nancy, rhetorically, though of course we know that the editorial writers of The Guardian know a lot of people who do.
Parliament will reconvene on Thursday to harrumph about it. I am sure they would have liked to meet sooner, but probably already had plans.
Race is, of course, reported gingerly, though it would be reassuring if this were just an old-fashioned race riot, and not welfare state society itself coming apart at the seams.
LBF _ Your blog is such a joy!
A timely post considering the anarchy reigning in London. I've heard reports that real English are forming ranks in the ruins to protect themselves. The riots may well portend an end to the current regime, but it is up to the English whether or not this means a new dawn.
Storming the emergency session of parliament, disbanding it and imprisoning the multikult traitors who started this mess would be a fine start.
Everyone, sing along...Panic on the Streets of London, panic on the streets of London...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9AlH2oYedfk
CK ~ Imprison the multikult traitors? No. Exterminate them.
Let's not waste any bullets on them. Hanging is best.
The rioters are as Nietzsche's tarantulas, consumed by resentment and their own natural inferiority to destroy what they cannot be themselves.
Vern Trotter
Last night (the 9th of August) added more names to the litany of ancient places attacked by mobs: Lewisham, Ealing, Clapham, Bethnal Green & Barking. The night before it had been Salford, Manchester, Gloucester, Leicester, Wolverhampton & West Bromwich. Mother country names; merry old, half-timbered names. And these are, of course, only the ones I have noticed, and I have not been closely following the news, so the list ought not be taken as exhaustive.
The Economist blog thinks that the current PM had never really been serious about being one of those kinder, gentler conservatives and clearly hopes he will prove rather more red of tooth and claw.
But how much a PM can do in the face of the pervasive malaise of the elites -- the judges and politicians, the apparatchiks and nomenklatura of the deep state -- is unclear. Some say that Tony Blair, a person of good instincts, was defeated by them, just as the Five Good Emperors in a hundred years could do nothing to turn around an empire that had traded its old virtues for bread and circuses.
"Like reports after a thousand-plane raid by the Luftwaffe."
Yeah. The Luftwaffe, LOL.
"The rioters are as Nietzsche's tarantulas, consumed by resentment and their own natural inferiority to destroy what they cannot be themselves."
I think the Anglo-Saxon claimed the tarantula role before the moldy creatures infecting his corpse did. Now, with his last century's obliteration of Europe, the chickens come home to roost.
Like LBF insinuates, sit back, Glock in hand, and pass the rum.
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