Saturday, 11 January 2014
So a couple of days ago, I was up watching the classic, mad as a hatter cunt filled masterpiece that be "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest", coupla smokes with me, the rare salty snack treat, bag of crap en aw movie night with Franco, pure fucken indulgence like. So, anyway, the movie's a fairly iconic one, if for nothing more than that gigantic 10 foot tall fucker who likes de Mickey J. But there be one scene which I always loved, and I think it be the most pressing one, in this foul year of the lord, 2014. It's the one where McMurphy finds out, to his horror, that a load of the mad bastards in there are not particularly "mad". They are actually free to leave at any time, but they have become so dependent, a vegetable hooked to a drip, onto and in of the institution, the system itself, that they just cannot leave. They cannot function in day to day life en aw. So they peter out, distance equals time, sitting around perpetually with one of cinema's most evil characters, day in, day out.
One of the worst things about the Irish people (even though theys be fucken legendary people on the whole, not biased or whatnot) methinks is that there's this sort of victim complex thing. Cue the reason why garbage literature like Angela's Ashes is so popular, but anyway. I remember talking to my grandfather and my father about growing up, about their childhoods in the country. Sure, I hear the whole "we were poor" and that is perfectly acceptable, Ireland was a fucken wretched country in that way for such a long time, but two things I heard about them over and over that always set me back. The first one was that people had true friends, true and proper friends, and I mean that earnestly. The second was the bravery of these great people, how they got through with what little they had. Both are missing today.
Martel has an excellent post up on premature aging of the soul, lads and lassies my age losing the rag, the will to live, the old man and muscle atrophy, the herbivore male refusing to leave his room. One of the single most horrible things about the modern world, this lad believes, is how conditioned it has become for the modern man.
Let's talk about what I mean by this.
In 1930's Ireland it was common for children to walk miles and miles to school, leave at nine in the morning and return home late in the evening. People trusted each other, looked out for each other.
In 2013 Ireland no one trusts each other and kids are siphoned through seven hour a day sessions of bullshit where you learn nothing of value. The Irish education system is a fucken sham. To move from this into university, you get your degree in pointless bullshit and you're still a kid, with the training wheels on en aw, and it slowly dawns on a cunt that he has been lied to.
I remember Captain Capitalism posting about how there was an increasing trend of Millenials turning up to job interviews with their parents.It is beyond fucked up sure (crap cubed as Clarey would call it), but it makes perfect sense to me.
Think about it.
Yous are a Millenial. All your needs are provided for. Bullshit like "de patriarchy" are crammed down your throat to make you disrespect others who work their holes off every day for your benefit. You are offered no chance to grow. This is my theory. What we call self, from childhood to adulthood is made and molded through shocks, call it antifragility. What this does is make you stronger. You fuck up with a girl, you learn from your mistakes. You fail an exam, you cut the crap and study hard next time. These shocks are required to mold and help a person survive through adulthood. So, when you have a Millenial with all his needs provided for, and when a shock like "yous have to find a job" hits, he simply does not have the discipline, the courage and the cop on to make himself get through it. Thus, instead of facing up to reality, his ego is unable to roll with the punches and he ends up in videogame/porn land. I'm not saying it is excusable, but later generations have been well and truly conditioned into softness, even though they have to realize life is not all roses and sunshine, and yous have to work to get ahead. Life is conflict and strife. Millenials taking the dive are doing everything that wasn't the case 50 or so years ago. You're expected to be soft, to suck corporate cock. This is what has been driving the college bubble. How scary is that great blue yonder for a cunt who has been given blankies, teddies and hot cocoa, "do what you luvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv ken!"
How can a cunt deal with this? Bring back some initiation rituals. Make everyone join the army for a mandatory two years. Stop fucken choking your kids. I'm not talking about that vile Boomer concept of "being friends with your child", yous are the boss and that be it. I'm talking about letting your kids out the front door, allow them to fuck up in their lives and learn from their mistakes.
Which in turn leaves a cunt nodding and pondering about a potential economic depression. The great depression was lived through by people who were hard as nails motherfuckers. The pajama boy faggots? Lads will be fucken offing themselves cause they can't afford de new Ipoddie thing. Could get pretty damn grizzly ken. To think of the generations before us, diving into battle, some left in a bloody mess, not of this earth, potential gone, lost to the annals of time, so that their descendents can all be English majoring pajama boys, is a sad, ugly, frightening concept indeed.