Disaffect Underarchivers Ruin UK in Orgy of Drunken Self-Hatred


When I see a lad pissing in the street, I’m too scared to say: “Oi, this is not a public toilet”. In my first year in Britain, I was foolish enough to do this, and nearly got my nose bloodied a few times for my civic behaviour. I’ve learnt my lesson now. I just turn the other way, walk faster, pretend it’s not happening. That’s the British way, right?

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Bulgaria is officially the most corrupt country in the EU. Civil society is in its infancy. The ruling classes and the law are infiltrated by organised crime. “Other countries have the mafia,” said a former counterintelligence chief, “but in Bulgaria, the mafia has the country.”

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Alcohol, too much money, and poor food culture. The average disaffected British youth has enough money to regularly buy a drink, a knife, and the latest mobile. His Bulgarian cousin has a family to fall back on but no extra cash. He is busy looking for work or emigrating. Destroying public property is a waste of time to him. Besides, in Bulgaria practically everyone except the mutri is disaffected, but practically nobody vomits in the streets.

Not that every yob here is disaffected. Most of them are very affected indeed, with their tailored shirts or hen-party outfits, until they throw up over each other. Britain boasts a centuries-long binge-drinking tradition. You drink on an empty stomach. You drink not to enjoy, but to forget who you are. Drunk sociopathy is the norm. Why, it’s almost charming. It absolves you of all crimes, because by the time you’ve sobered up, you’ve forgotten everything, which is the whole point of the exercise.

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And if on weekend nights the streets are a war zone, what sort of civil society do we have? A rubbishy one, with the dogs of self-hate rummaging in it.

Times Online


A neat summary of Heart of Darkness in just a few angry paragraphs: others are still striving for something, so their will is strong; in the West, we've given up on striving, and are busy dividing up the meagre spoils of the past, so we hate each other -- politely, of course, so it doesn't come out until after midnight.

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