I’m sitting in a Cafe Nero in Hounslow waiting for my car to be serviced for its first MOT. If you don’t know Hounslow, at least half the people here are South Asians of one kind or another. There’s a large mosque as you come into the town. Boarded up and closed down churches decay alongside abandoned pubs like this one:
There is nothing quite as bleak as a bleak grey English town.
But cheer up, AA: it will be even worse on a grey rainy day in December.
I visited those parts about 15 years ago, and it was already very depressing then. and looking at pictures from the 80ies, it seems to have been depressing for such a long time, it is hard to imagine it will ever change.
And we will never have some new music celebrating the bleakness, like punk rock did. The people now living there will never form a band and create new genres.
People will no doubt label me a quitter - if I'm lucky, no worse than that! - but this post from AA more or less sums up why I left the UK 12 months ago.
Hounslow isn't the exception; you could visit any number of towns or city neighbourhoods across whole swathes of the country and you'd be very hard pushed to see anything different from what AA has painted above.
There is no stemming the onwashing tide of decay in Britain. It is now a country without a soul, without a future. And the wider public must take much of the responsibility for this for refusing to take action - in whatever form - to clear out the current crop of satanic elites. Yet, they do nothing, much like Adidas man above, but grumble into their mid-morning pints and clinch to their betting slips.
It isn't even the same country I knew when I was a boy 30 years ago or so - and it was already on the slide back then. I am British born to British parents, whose parents were British and so on and so forth, yet I have nothing in common with more than 90% of the public. The elites, whether competent (Dark Lord) or utterly inept (Truss/Kwarteng), do not have my interests either at heart or in mind. And so, when this is now what Britain as a country has become, why should anyone feel any loyalty towards it anymore? What is there left that's even worth defending, let alone cherishing?
Those of you who understand your own self-worth and that of your nearest and dearest, ought to make your escape plan before it's too late. Up sticks and start a new life elsewhere. While at first daunting, it's surprising how quickly you adapt. If you're more inclined to try to rescue your homeland from the clutches of Blair and his coming reign of terror...best of luck to you.
I left Croydon for Utah due to things you have described here. I got to see the roadmap pretty early on. The result’s terrified me. At least I can legally protect my family and I out here in the boonies.
'Decamped to Wetherspoon's maintained as time warp; old glass booths, photo of Hounslow from 1905. Better days. I order impossibly cheap breakfast, machine-self-service flat white. Bald-head ox-face talks to fat-gut Adidas bottoms about Arsenal fixtures. TVs beaming out Sunak.'
Thanks for the fine article and the vivid passage above.
"By Global Britain, they mean globalised Britain: a boundary-less economic opportunity zone for international capital; cheap labour from a cowed, deracinated population; total digital surveillance by unaccountable corporates; and ideological control of all areas of life. No matter how personable or plausible individual politicians are, the Conservative party speaks for other interests. If Conservative party members think those spokesmen are going to preserve their way of life, and the land they love, they are wrong. "
Great article. Times are bleak and your description of Hounslow is similar to most towns across England. The only silver lining is that I am quietly optimistic that we are nearing the death of the Conservative Party. Although that has been said many times this century. Wetherspoons is one of the few bastions of working class English society that remains and I liked your description of it, very apt.
Your comments on Hounslow are on point. I went to school down t'road and an afternoon bunk to Hounslow High Street was a joyful adventure. Now it is a down at seed shithole ram packed with hopeless people.
There is nothing quite as bleak as a bleak grey English town.
But cheer up, AA: it will be even worse on a grey rainy day in December.
I visited those parts about 15 years ago, and it was already very depressing then. and looking at pictures from the 80ies, it seems to have been depressing for such a long time, it is hard to imagine it will ever change.
And we will never have some new music celebrating the bleakness, like punk rock did. The people now living there will never form a band and create new genres.
People will no doubt label me a quitter - if I'm lucky, no worse than that! - but this post from AA more or less sums up why I left the UK 12 months ago.
Hounslow isn't the exception; you could visit any number of towns or city neighbourhoods across whole swathes of the country and you'd be very hard pushed to see anything different from what AA has painted above.
There is no stemming the onwashing tide of decay in Britain. It is now a country without a soul, without a future. And the wider public must take much of the responsibility for this for refusing to take action - in whatever form - to clear out the current crop of satanic elites. Yet, they do nothing, much like Adidas man above, but grumble into their mid-morning pints and clinch to their betting slips.
It isn't even the same country I knew when I was a boy 30 years ago or so - and it was already on the slide back then. I am British born to British parents, whose parents were British and so on and so forth, yet I have nothing in common with more than 90% of the public. The elites, whether competent (Dark Lord) or utterly inept (Truss/Kwarteng), do not have my interests either at heart or in mind. And so, when this is now what Britain as a country has become, why should anyone feel any loyalty towards it anymore? What is there left that's even worth defending, let alone cherishing?
Those of you who understand your own self-worth and that of your nearest and dearest, ought to make your escape plan before it's too late. Up sticks and start a new life elsewhere. While at first daunting, it's surprising how quickly you adapt. If you're more inclined to try to rescue your homeland from the clutches of Blair and his coming reign of terror...best of luck to you.
I left Croydon for Utah due to things you have described here. I got to see the roadmap pretty early on. The result’s terrified me. At least I can legally protect my family and I out here in the boonies.
'Decamped to Wetherspoon's maintained as time warp; old glass booths, photo of Hounslow from 1905. Better days. I order impossibly cheap breakfast, machine-self-service flat white. Bald-head ox-face talks to fat-gut Adidas bottoms about Arsenal fixtures. TVs beaming out Sunak.'
Thanks for the fine article and the vivid passage above.
"By Global Britain, they mean globalised Britain: a boundary-less economic opportunity zone for international capital; cheap labour from a cowed, deracinated population; total digital surveillance by unaccountable corporates; and ideological control of all areas of life. No matter how personable or plausible individual politicians are, the Conservative party speaks for other interests. If Conservative party members think those spokesmen are going to preserve their way of life, and the land they love, they are wrong. "
https://ukresponse.substack.com/p/rishi-sunak
Great article. Times are bleak and your description of Hounslow is similar to most towns across England. The only silver lining is that I am quietly optimistic that we are nearing the death of the Conservative Party. Although that has been said many times this century. Wetherspoons is one of the few bastions of working class English society that remains and I liked your description of it, very apt.
Your comments on Hounslow are on point. I went to school down t'road and an afternoon bunk to Hounslow High Street was a joyful adventure. Now it is a down at seed shithole ram packed with hopeless people.
Rough
Instapundit in 2019
https://www.usatoday.com/story/opinion/2019/01/15/glenn-reynolds-class-warfare-elites-explains-world-conflicts-trump-column/2569252002/
The fruits of empire.
Long live the Dark Lord!!
I mean he is an intelligent men, it's not going to be too bad, right?
This article reminds me a bit of “The Road to Wigan Pier”..
"Villain" with Richard Burton was of course filmed in Hounslow High Street. See: https://youtu.be/GnE4clQEhcI