Just looking back on various photos and clips of life in the UK throughout the 20th century and god... what a wasteland of the soul.
A land of utterly miserable conformist dregs, living just to drink and smoke and drive cars along grey congested roads through grey congested towns under a grey congested sky. A land of boiled vegetables and beige plastic and black mold crawling up the ugly, ugly wallpaper. A land of paedophiles with knighthoods hosting charity TV specials to fight child poverty (now celebrating its Xth decade - still fighting child poverty). A land of prestige motor vehicles driven by ashen-faced, flabby-cheeked home county men who build model spitfires and write lists of names for fascist governments. A land of simpering desperation to join, that is, fuck your way into, the nobility - endless, breathless news rags and radio programs and television shows obsessed over and obsequious to the persons and paraphernalia of a class of horrid scum that any civilized society would have publically and brutally executed a long time ago. And all of it saturated in the smug, smirking, self-satisfied, delusional afterglow of the Empire, as if reflecting on its deeds should bring a twinkly-eyed smile to one's lips rather than a projectile spray of vomit - and all of it powered by not one single iota of """British""" muscle, but rather a ceaseless, thundering waterfall of blood and sweat from the third world. It sickens me.
God, it SICKENS ME, and there's so much more I can add to my LITANY OF HATE but for my own sake I'm going to stop. What an awful, awful, horrible place and time to have lived in and what awful, horrible people to have lived amongst - and this was supposed to be better than Soviet socialism? This was the "free world"? Disgusting.
