Our democracy, or rather mostly theirs.

It's not readily possible to explain in mere words just how much socialist Europe's decayed from the former peaks and glories of its colonial recent past.

We could say it's managed to close the gap with Africa not through the intended process, of lifting the Africans up from their hole, but through the self-evidently easier process of merely collapsing upon the misfortunates' own level. We could say one could go for day upon day upon livelong day through the sad wasteland that was once our garden without running into anyone who does anything or for that matter knows anything -- besides ample supply of sad defficients, overwhelmed by their context to a superlative degree, swiming with all the desperation of the drowned in an endless, loveless ocean of things that are to them little use and much maintenance, like cutlery and plumbing are for savages ; aside the occasional abomination belabouring under such boundlessly heaped and generously assorted inferiority complexes mere presence seems to constitute in their eyes achievement (and you can not imagine just how many of these schmucks there are, proudly looking up their nose at the entire world around because look, not merely the first generation of their lengthy line in shoes, but also here, right here, buying a bus ticket in Budapest, queuing for fornetti in Bayern, don't you wish you were as cool as them!!!). We could say that I am writing this piece offline because the best internet interface the four star Munchen hotel could provide works at 96 Kbps for fifty minutes out of each hour, like school classes for children, lest it tires the fragile young intellects.ⁱ

We could say all sorts of things, and none of them would do the horror justice. Let's try depictions instead :

This is, pars pro toto, precisely all that's nowadays Europe. Fashionable, upbeat, in tune with the new trends, very aware, bla bla bla bla. Go have some fucking "milk" in your "coffee" why don't you. It's all so very hip and woke and fuck your dumb mother with a spuked club so she dun make anymore of you ever the fuck again.

Above : the aeroplane of the future, part of the great ourdemocratic civilisation as ever. Just not part of the sky at all anymore, ever.

Below : Notre Dame des Aines, a famous cathedral of medieval europe. Unfortunately the spyre collapsed a few years ago for no reason. Say it ain't so!

A saloon.

Time to move on to better preserved ruins, but, importantly, ruins just as much. The substantial difference between an hour-old corpse and a week-old corpse isn't that the former might even be still warm enough to satisfyingly fuck. The substantial difference between an hour-old corpse and a week-old corpse isn't anything, they're both just as fucking stone dead.

Another saloon. For some incomprehensible reason Elvis is also involved.

We all dwell in the Pizd tower... which isn't even all that far off...

Last time we were in Vienna, we noticed this interesting-looking mini-museum off one of the main subway stations. We didn't go in then, because if you keep stopping on the way you'll never get wherever you're going at all (at the moment we were going somewhere we had failed to arrive at the previous day through a similar process), but this time, since we were there...

This time (as you perhaps intuit) we shall be visiting the other side of Theresa's elaborate tomb -- the natural history museum.

Does it do something for you, by the way, to see first hand the result of a 1700s physics experiment ? To stand in the presence of the very objects involved in that early-late attempt at figuring shit out ? Well... you didn't. I did.

See, the image above and the two before it belong together -- it's a rock that fell, in the 1800s, one of sixteen L/LL5 meteorites known to man (and by far the largest). It was discussed on period blogs (above depicted).

Above : particularly bad driving, a sample.

Below : Bimbo causing trouble for a whole population of mountain-dwelling bears. She's also grinning like a gnome the whole time (not depicted).

Sadly I don't quite remember where the dancing mantis pic is, but it would go quite well with this.

The text reads "Two teeth belonging to a child aged 5 to 6 years were found near a fire site. Anhtropologists were able to determine that they had been knocked out."

This is the absolute first time latter intervention/production is actually accomplished enough on its own merits to justify to my eye its inclusion among the historical objects. I hope the important point is also not lost on the audience : back when humanity was climbing up, a whole lot of broken smiles graced the world, young age notwithstanding. The fact that humanity's been going down ever since all kids have all their teeth is not a coincidence.

The above attempts at statuary are self-obviously the product of someone unaware of the capacity for anal sexual usage inherent in womanhood. This may mark the last moment in time humanity in general was thus bereft (though humanity in the sense of losers was still bereft recently, and will probably stay bereft permanently).

This'd be the first time Austria is mentioned -- earlier than the future kings of Hungary, but not by much.

Anyways, if all goes well I shall be back to civilisation in the jungle tomorrow about this time. Good riddance midden pile still inexplicably called "Europe" in any case. I don't mind having known ye ; but nobody else can meet you anymore. Sick transit.

1. This self-same four star hotel which can't accomodate the luggage cart in the lobby within its elevator. It's not that they don't have bus boys, and my private sluts have to take over the public role of hauling luggage, four stars or no four stars. It's that they have a derpy chinese girl at the front desk who manages to turn checkin into half an hour ordeal, part of whose retarded job apparently is to run over there and tell people that "sorry, our luggage cart doesn't fit in the elevator". This is something that can be done without the whole god damned assemblage of empty cardboard boxes and drying/rotting banana leaves catching fire, somehow, by the kind intercession of the Cargo Cult gods, perhaps.

   I am not kidding, I am not making any of this up, it is lived history in full disgust partially recounted, I'm not embellishing, I am repressing vomit as I write down the occasional element of intolerable subhuman nonsense in a list that could go on and on and on forever. Back in 1800, America was a reviled laughingstock of an European periphery ; and yet among those uncouth souls they themselves perceived distinction and degree, ride ciob de oala sparta. This is how the troglodyte of New York poked fun at the troglodyte of further inland in the nowhereland, in those days :

   The papers were drawn. A note was made out for $552.50, for the interest was at one and a half per cent. for seven months, and a mortgage on ten mules belonging to the elder was drawn and signed. The elder then promised to send his cotton to the warehouse to be sold in the fall, and with a curt "Anything else?" and a "Thankee, that's all," the two parted.

   Elder Brown now made an effort to recall the supplemental commissions shouted to him upon his departure, intending to execute them first, and then take his written list item by item. His mental resolves had just reached this point when a new thought made itself known. Passersby were puzzled to see the old man suddenly snatch his headpiece off and peer with an intent and awestruck air into its irregular caverns. Some of them were shocked when he suddenly and vigorously ejaculated:

   "Hannah-Maria-Jemimy! goldarn an' blue blazes!"

   He had suddenly remembered having placed his memoranda in that hat, and as he studied its empty depths his mind pictured the important scrap fluttering along the sandy scene of his early-morning tumble. It was this that caused him to graze an oath with less margin that he had allowed himself in twenty years. What would the old lady say?

   Alas! Elder Brown knew too well. What she would not say was what puzzled him. But as he stood bareheaded in the sunlight a sense of utter desolation came and dwelt with him. His eye rested upon sleeping Balaam anchored to a post in the street, and so as he recalled the treachery that lay at the base of all his affliction, gloom was added to the desolation.

   To turn back and search for the lost paper would have been worse than useless. Only one course was open to him, and at it went the leader of his people. He called at the grocery; he invaded the recesses of the dry-goods establishments; he ransacked the hardware stores; and wherever he went he made life a burden for the clerks, overhauling show-cases and pulling down whole shelves of stock. Occasionally an item of his memoranda would come to light, and thrusting his hand into his capacious pocket, where lay the proceeds of his check, he would pay for it upon the spot, and insist upon having it rolled up. To the suggestion of the slave whom he had in charge for the time being that the articles be laid aside until he had finished, he would not listen.

   "Now you look here, sonny," he said, in the dry-goods store, "I'm conducting this revival, an' I don't need no help in my line. Just you tie them stockin's up an' lemme have 'em. Then I know I've got 'em." As each purchase was promptly paid for, and change had to be secured, the clerk earned his salary for that day at least.

   Do you know what the "technologically advanced" moron did ? She drew up a bill for one room. Then she drew up a bill for the fucking garage. Separately. Then she drew up a bill for the other room, which she apparently managed to meanwhile find, hands shaking and all. And made change for all of them, one by one, on the spot, hands shaking and all still. I did say "suppose I pay for all of these together" at the onset, and suppose you know exactly what the imbecile's retort was -- something about "their system", right ? The self-same system that didn't tell her "here's the people who will be coming in today, who are perhaps in a hurry, have the keys prepared for them". The self-same "system" that didn't display her the complete reservation, but parts and bits and pieces so I had to debug it for her. The exact same "technologically advanced" poverty driven by stupidity driven by poverty driven by being fucking Africans through and through, meaning mentally checked out of this world so many years ago, common monkeys would be proud -- and all part and parcel of the system of organized idiocy, here to make sure wealth and power painstakingly amassed by generation upon generation of notable men is wasted away in record time, by as few successive generations of pointless if uppity cunts as at all possible. They're going for the record, the fuckwits, and rather seem to have it all well in the bag already! [↩]