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1. The Gael may be cultural when true to himself/his
self, and thus more than a Celt, but the Englishman is traditionally a
civilized creature who fights shy of culture and its mundane precondition,
nature, in the interests of watery femininity.
In fact, English civilization is predominantly an objective thing, built
around water and fire in due Heathen fashion.
2. One need only consider English politics to
see this fact all too clearly; though the environmental bias towards civic and
urban development is a clear enough indication of it for anyone with an insight
into the nature or, rather, unnature, in due
objective fashion, of towns and cities, the one affiliated to water and the
other to fire, pretty much, in political terms, as the Conservatives on the one
hand and Labour on the other.
3. Since political parties are not arbitrary or
contingent phenomena but organized entities designed to fulfil or represent a
certain set of ideological tendencies, we should have no difficulty in
ascribing to the dark blue of the Conservatives and to the red of Labour a
symbolical connotation with water and fire respectively, each of which stands
objectively aloof, like Rugby Union and Rugby League, from the earthy or
mundane realm of vegetative subjectivity down below, in what, athletically
speaking, would parallel Association Football and, politically speaking, the
Liberal Democrats.
4. Be that as it may, it is abundantly clear
that English civilization is built around not only fire and water (up above)
but also vegetation (down below) in what effectively becomes an inverted
triangle of Heathen options within a phenomenal context of lower class
parameters.
5. The British electorate can vote (excluding
fringe parties of no real political consequence) for either a fiery parallel, a
watery parallel, or a vegetative parallel, that is to say, for either the
Labour Party, the Conservative Party, or the Liberal Democratic Party, the
first symbolically red, the second symbolically dark blue, and the third
(scorning both the unequivocally Heathen symbolism of brown and the
comparatively more Christian symbolism of green) making do with an ale-like
yellowish colouration which typifies the extent to which vegetation in England
reflects the dominance of female elements and is accordingly less 'shitty', if
I may use such an analogy, than 'pissy', as though
'pissed upon'.
6. Thus even in its 'masculine' guise, where we
are concerned less with the Conservatives and Labour than with the Liberal
Democrats, British democracy remains resolutely Heathen in its affiliation with
the fluidal aspect of things at the expense of a more genuinely vegetative
masculinity.
7. The latter would be either too black
(racially speaking) or too Irish for a people long accustomed, as the English
generally are, to fluidal parameters, such that induce one to think in terms of
an inverted triangle dominated, as such triangles tend to be, by its more
resolutely female elements, Conservative water to the right of the horizontal
apex and Labour fire to its left, neither of which have much sympathy for the
'watery' vegetation down below, since it is their objective disposition to pull
sensual rank on it in the interests of a female hegemony, the one specifically
feminine and the other, more hot than cold, comparatively subfeminine,
if from a phenomenal rather than a noumenal
point-of-view.
8. No, people do not vote for Liberals in any
great numbers in England, because there is no real hope for something as overly
foolish as watery vegetation.
9. Imagine the religious parallel to watery vegetation, and you will understand what is meant by the
above statement. Such a parallel is, of
course, Anglicanism, the fleshy 'fall guy' of Christ nailed to the Cross, but
having little or nothing to do with hope of a wise Beyond, no verbal absolution
for confessional contrition where the Anglican Church is concerned, not even
the consolation of pseudo-grace through 'the word', but only a sinful stance in
the Mass, a Mass compromised, needless to say, by fluidal factors in the form
of the communal availability of wine sipped from a chalice.
10. Nonetheless, a Mass in which the compromised
wafer of fleshy self-affirmation makes one mindful of the degree to which
Association Football is an Anglican sport or, at any rate, a sport that could only
have arisen from an Anglican background by dint of its commitment to overly
mundane criteria: goal-low scores by either head or foot, sin more or less
taken for granted as one strives to score at any and every opportunity, no
graceful points above the crossbar in Gaelic-like fashion, everything pegged
down to the lowest-common-denominator, a coital triumph duly symbolized every
time the ball hits the back of the containing net in what is arguably a
vagina-like goal.
11. Such is football, which could never be a Roman
Catholic, much less Gaelic game, but retains an Anglican association, in
keeping with its English origins. This
is the folly that has no wisdom, not even the pseudo-wisdom through verbal
absolution of sins such that Roman Catholicism vouchsafes its more contrite
devotees, and which is arguably symbolized when a point is scored between the
uprights of the Gaelic-goal, a point beyond retaining-net subjectivity of
vegetative goal down below in what amounts, up above, to an airy transcendentalism,
or transcendence of the flesh.
12. Thus as Association Football falls short of
Gaelic Football in this and, indeed, in terms of its association with a watery
vegetation rather than a vegetative vegetation, a 'cowshit'
as against a 'bullshit', so Anglicanism falls short of Roman Catholicism and,
needless to say, the Liberal Democrats fall short of, say, Fine Gael.
13. A vote for the Liberal Democrats, although
populist on the basic earthy level to which it pertains, would not 'cut it' so
well with the English electorate, one feels, as a vote for the Conservatives or
for Labour. More people may effectively
be Liberal Democratic and/or Anglican in their footballing
bias than Conservative/Puritan or Labour/Dissenter in relation to, say, Rugby
Union in the one case and to Rugby League in the other, but they don't vote on
that basis, at least not to any appreciable extent!
14. The reason for this is not hard to find. They do not trust fools like themselves to
run a parliamentary show, a context in which the tongue, whether cold or hot,
will dominate the flesh, and where discussion is accordingly of more relevance
than ... any form of fleshy knowledge.
15. The House of Commons is almost literally the
'Mother of Parliaments', a feminine entity, and, in the circumstances, the
masculine aspect of life will be less 'at home' there than its feminine aspect,
whether in terms of doing or giving, fire or water, with taking (in relation to
vegetation) very much a subordinate consideration.
16. The English people vote, when it comes to the
crunch, for rugby-type people to 'piss' and/or 'spit' (pussingly)
on them from 'on high', because that is what passes governmental muster with
them, not someone whose ideological level is closer to the mass or footballing type.
17. The 'Mother of Parliaments', being feminine,
is geared towards water and fire, not towards vegetation, least of all a watery
vegetation that I have not hesitated to identify, if somewhat slangfully, with 'cowshit'.
18. The English electorate prefer to trust the
governance of their country, with its civilized femininity, to those whose lips
are more likely to speak 'cowpiss' or 'cowpuss', in
other words to antichrist Puritans and antispirit
Dissenters whose crosses, when evident at all, have no truck with fleshy 'fall
guys' in the Anglican manner, but are effectively abstractions upon which
punishment and crime, water and fire, good and evil, femininity and subfemininity, are implicit, the former closer to the
Conservatives and the latter to Labour, dark blue and red the order of the
parliamentary day.
19. Thus in 1997, the English/British electorate
once again opted, as they have long done, for the governance of phenomenal
objectivity, substituting the fiery red of Labour, or more specifically to this
election 'New Labour', for the watery dark-blue of the Conservatives, and
thereby granting their trust to 'the great' as opposed, relatively speaking, to
'the good'.
20. 'The fools' did better, much better, than they
had done in many a long year, but by no means enough to secure themselves first
place in the Commons. They are once
again on the opposition benches, and
21. Football may be far more popular than either
of the other main winter British games, but its political equivalent does not
sit so comfortably in the 'Mother of Parliaments' as do the political
equivalents of
22. One could say, to use the sort of obscenely
colourful language with which the British proletariat generally identify
themselves, that the 'fuck*** cunts' have turned
their back on both themselves (as a rule they have at any rate) and the 'sodd*** cunts' who formerly
governed them, and it is now a party effectively composed of 'frigg*** cunts' that rules over
them.
23. I do not, myself, regard this as a change for
the better, but, then again, being an Irish citizen I am not British/English,
and neither did I vote. I would not vote
for anything pertaining to their inverted triangle of a civilization, since I
am beyond such a Heathen dispensation in what is even more than Christian, and
thus Catholic.
24. All I am tempted to do is to feel sorry, with
due qualifications, for the British electorate for being stuck with such a
parliament. But then, on deeper
reflection, that is what they deserve, isn't it? After all, they are more feminine than
masculine in the way they think and/or vote, so it would appear to be right for
them.
