Destroying Britain on purpose – The Idea: New LA series – dispatches from a dying country, number 1. The pub.
Vicki Woods (strange woman, odd views for an existential conservative, but sometimes she writes well, is, er, now, er, “helping to run a village pub”…)
(Credits to Dr Sean Gabb, author of a book entitled “Dispatches from…..” You may even still be able to buy that book by going to his page.)
If you set out to utterly destroy a nation – nay, a culture, for that’s really what we are – without actively resorting to terror-Police and NKVD and Gestapo tactics openly – at least not quite yet… – then what you do is this:-
You can’t storm all its houses using the army or the police like Stalin did in the 20s/30s: the Police are on your side since you pick them, pay them and brainwash them, but the Services are not – you can’t pick them….yet, so you can’t brainwash them, as they are the wrong guys. So, what can you do?
You can, via the “Long March Through The Institutions”, constrict a cadre of activists who know instinctively for Gramsican reasons that they must get into “positions of power”.
Then, you can set out to carefully and deliberately erase all its icons, its defining characteristics that help bond its people together socially, its customs (better if they are really really old – the erasing causes more glue to dissolve without people really seeing how or why) its ceremonies, and all its little details. If you are a Fabianazi, this is OK even if it takes some time. You know it will work in the end, you have all the time in the world, and you have also set up an “education” “system”, which does the following things:-
(a) looks as if it is “free”,
(b) looks as if it “benefits” the “underprivileged”,
(c) looks as if it’s well-founded using real hard knowledge,
(d) looks as if everyone can “succeed”,
(e) tells everyone how wonderful you are to “give” it to them,
(f) rewrites their nation’s historiography (while they watch the TV progs your friends have created for them as anaesthetics.)
At the same time you make it harder for people to avoid the said system – even though you can’t yet close down schools by force that are “outside the system” – which is to say, other people’s private property. But you make jolly sure that you f*** up the curriculum something proper anyway, so you increase the probability of turning out a majority of radicalised pre-socialist children, who will not know how to value and venerate the things that you are going to set out to destroy. One of these is the “Pub”.
Most foreign readers of this blog will know what a “Pub” is. A “Public House” is really actually a private house, in which the owner graciously permits strangers to come in and buy each other drinks, in the warm, and have a smoke, a gossip and a dust-up occasionally. You can be (and are) barred for transgressing his rules, as it’s his “house”. The food, if any, since nuts, crisps and pork scratchings have always been more than sufficient, is really irrelevant, and is in fact a post-modern reaction to celebrity “tele-Chefs”, nearly all of whom are lefties except for Anthony Worral-Thompson who seems to have been put out to grass, and to the post-modern fashion for “families” to go to Pubs – a weird idea.
I think that the “Pub” was the place in default of the Witanagemot or the Thing, where the Men (of somewhere) went to Discuss Matters. Travellers were graciously allowed in too, a fine and advanced modern liberal idea. Culture could therefore spread rapidly, even before “Posts”, then News “Papers”, Wireless Radio, Wireless Tele Vision, or the Inter “Net”.
This is why “Pubs” are under attack – not just from the high taxation of alcohol for all sorts of spurious reasons supposedly connected with “health” (we are their Farm Animals, you see.) They are also attacked through the phantasm of the promoted image of the unfriendliness of a “drinking den”, peddled by the Enemy Class which sees this object as a disease of the “Working Class” – which has to be eradicated. Furthermore, If I was a ZanuLieborg Stalinist, I would attack pubs since that is where people might go to mutter bad things about me, together, with others whom they know well, over a pint or three, and thhus secure in the company of their own mutual trust. This cannot be allowed.
So the “Pub” has got to go. If it’s converted into a “gastro” object, run as part of a chian by one of your “party backers”, to be frequented not by regulars but by itinerant tourists (much safer, see last para) then that partly plugs a tax-hole, and makes out that the Fabianazis pretend to understand what “the people” want.
If it truly closes, then that’s a benefit for Stalinism as well. You’ve shoved a nail up the nose of a culture that you hate, despise and want dead, by removing something it needed and valued, without knowing even how to articulate why. By further isolating your peaceful and conservative enemies, who have never voted for you and never would know how to want to, you can further demoralise them. Win-win.
Right now as I write, we are coming into the “Police breathalysing Season”. This in today’s Britain is now the traditional season in which a given number of pubs tries to stay open and not go bankrupt, while the British Terror-Police, as the opposing team, try to see how many people they can arrest for driving out of pub car parks after having ordered a drink. The fact that out of about 800-odd people a year killed on the roads in situations where alcohol is inplicated, about 70% are drunk pedestrians, is always ignored, and never stated.