Deck the halls like you’re in the 50s

tralalalala, lala I’m drunk

It isn’t historically accurate unless you’re drunk while doing it. That’s just science.

I forgot to post this last week because I am white trash and I don’t have a tree this year because I’m not at home. Home-home. Red/green is actually the Victorian colour scheme, I’ve seen too many B4 documentaries on the subject not to know this. Prince Albert brought over the Kraut practice of evergreen decorations but Odin is Santa.

I have this and many more entirely useless facts.

Against the cult of travel and what everyone gets wrong about The Hobbit

I thought that was obvious but I suppose there are plenty of people who are technically literate but plot-deaf.
Holidays are the most expensive, temporary thing you can buy.
The cult of travel is capitalistic. It doesn’t improve you. Self-improvement is free or cheap.
Especially booze cruises, where you can’t even remember most of what you did. What is the point? It’s an excuse to charge summer mark-up prices like wedding prices. Because you have to.

“Travel isn’t just framed as a cure-all for what ails us, either, but as a goal around which to build the other elements of one’s life. Don’t have children, the thinking goes, because they’ll hinder your ability to travel. Work for yourself and create passive income, so you can jaunt off to exotic locales whenever you want.”

If you brag about travel, everybody thinks you’re a boor, because you imagine you need to hop on a plane to be fun.
Not to mention the painful ‘culture’ people, who lecture you that it’s pronounced chill-eh and barf-ss-eh-lona.
Eating weird food for a month doesn’t make you deep.
If you can’t be happy in one place, the problem isn’t the place, the problem is you.
If you constantly need a distraction of endless processions of stranger people, how empty is your sense of self?
The adventure of being a foreign alcoholic, the bravery of dancing to the same music in a different nightclub.
Truly Hemingway level shit, here, people.

Worthless gadabouts.

The Works/charity/do-gooder White Woman cuddling a dozen black kids people are easy to mock, but at least they tend to accomplish things, rather than passively enjoy a culture in the laziest way – the food, the gift shops and the main tourist sites. Bravo.

If your imagination is dead unless it’s under a slightly slanted sunset, that’s all on you, don’t blame home.

“Was Tolkien a hypocrite? Were his books merely a form of wish-fulfillment, a chance to live out in fantasy the kinds of things he was too timid to enact in his own life?”

One of the most insipid and pathetic responses to criticism you can ever give is ‘You’re just jealous’. 
Plenty of people could be like you. They choose not to, but instead of listening to the reason or, bonne chance, thinking of them yourselves, the ego shield comes up and blots out any chance at taking in the novel – erm, this is deeply ironic from the trendy traveler set.

The best travelers are Jews and Gypsies, you don’t see anyone looking up to them for it because it wasn’t a choice – they had to keep moving because people hated them. The most travel-based escapade was The Grand Tour, only taken to places of culture (no clubs, no bars), taken once (in the late teens, early twenties) and only by the gentry (which many trendies, being anti-class, would scoff at). The Grand Tour completed the education, like a practical finishing school, and never set foot in uncivilized places e.g. Asia, America, Africa. Never, this was a rule.

Edgy people are the worst (kek) as reactionary conformists.

“rite of passage from wisdom to ignorance and from bourgeois vice to heroic virtue.”
who does that sound like, the people of the cult of travel, or everybody else?
don’t fill the void with flyer miles, you can’t run from fate
to run from responsibility is the coward’s way out of anything, such people are national deserters
they are xenophiles who imagine anywhere else is utopic, too ignorant to see the truth

“his imagination did not need to be stimulated by unfamiliar landscapes and cultures”
there’s the truth of it
travel hobbyists are dead from the neck up
like a rattle to a baby
you travel to go somewhere, not to be someone
these people prove their imagination by— photographing what’s directly in front of them…

social proofing
it’s cancer

few men understand that bragging about work, car and especially holidays (trans. I’m good at running away from my problems) are bribes to stick around when the man himself is lacking in fundamentals
it seeks approval by pointing at trinkets, just as nauseating as the churlish woman with the baby book
that feeling when someone whips out the pictures of their children?
that’s the feeling when a man shows you a photo of sangria by a pool, that looks just like the one down the road
what you think is rare says a lot about your status in a way you cannot hide
standing in a stable doesn’t make you a horse
if you’re a cheap degenerate in America – guess what

teadrinking sipping pretentious sarcastic bitch mmhmm not my problem lol

“He who travels to be amused, or to get somewhat which he does not carry, travels away from himself, and grows old even in youth among old things.”
“Travelling is a fool’s paradise”

travel is good for the advanced soul, depraved for the average
best advice I can give – shared what you learnt, not what you did

“the man who’s bravely ventured across the globe may be frightened stiff of facing himself and grappling with the ordinary, while the man who’s snug at home has bravely faced up to exactly who he is and what his life has amounted to.”

rdj claps applause mhmm

on a totally unrelated note, it’s amazing how nice and patronizing foreigners are when you have a lot of disposable cash as a tourist
do you think they respect you?

or remember you a week from now?

Pretend you’re short on funds and see how quickly their heathen hospitality dries up.

Works well with friends and dates from the third to fifth onward.

White men especially fall for the Conqueror treatment. You can sell them anything in that docile victus state.

Summer Holiday Break

Post-Brexit shoddy posting frequency, I went on holiday again and remembered I’d forgotten to mention it.

If that makes any sense.

Yeah, not dead. Just dying on today, the hottest day of the sodding year.

Every Brit today is slowly melting like a 99, no exceptions.

Previously, I’d packed up my thumb drive of Mr Robot Season 2 and binge-watched.

The finale, spectacular, spectacular. In binary code.

Meanwhile, Tyrell is still everyone’s fave in this pastiche.

If you didn’t get the reference.

And now the long wait for literally all the TV shows.

Update: non-spoilery review to wet your whistle.


Mr Robot is an interesting show. Let us don a mask and pretend we are Anonymous and as Wilde said, a masked man will tell you the truth.
It raises questions about the nature of QE. Most money is held as binary form nowadays, the ultimate endless fractional reserve. It’s worse than Bitcoin, which at least has a GPU/CPU mining check. What would happen if, in the next few years, those structures of QE collapsed? Those central banks? What if they died? They have been dying since 2008, as Pluto entered Capricorn. You may laugh but check the cycle of revolutions, it’s about 250 years, the orbit of Pluto. Capricorn is in the last fiscal house of the inter-constellation cycle. The ancients weren’t stupid.
And eventually, this fall must happen on a physical level from an IT security angle which obviously I know nothing about. Consider the frailty of the hardware. One single solar storm of moderate size, a cosmic ray in the wrong place and it would be the K/T extinction event for computers. Noah’s flood in a screen ‘rain‘ of bits.
Everyone would be free of usury. If you hold another’s debt, you hold their time, and this is far more valuable than any nominal fee dropped from a list of digits on a database in Luxembourg. It is quite priceless to hold the ear of everyone in the world by fiscal force and a game of musical chairs with seats of power that they’ve kept up for an impressive amount of time. On the other hand, you can’t fool all the people all the time and bad policies from the previous century are outing.
The system is already in collapse. This dystopic media the Boomers nag about is a sense of it, from a generation that came into an economy of globalized decay. These systems are grinding and stopping and nobody is certain what comes next.
It is everybody’s problem. As The West.
It is a personal problem. Depending on our private affairs.

Broadly, though. Imagine the possibilities.
Broadly –

4th wall break dean winking wahey
Is it a problem?

Parliament to debate adding Muslim and Hindu religious festivals to recognized list, ignores patron saint of England St George

coverage here;

“The proposal has proved hugely popular in Britain’s multi-cultural communities, far more popular than proposals to mark St George’s Day, which is England’s patron’s saints day. The petition reads: “I believe that, given the number of Muslims and Hindus in this country it is only fair we allow them to have the most important days in their faiths recognised in law.”

If they don’t like living in a Christian country, they could always move.

remember this when we're beyond all hopeSomeone start a Gov petition for May the Fourth.