Great post. The airport is the regime's Cathedral.
It is also a giant humiliation ritual. The people who work the security-theatre line are barely the dregs of society. It is a jobs program in the states largely for blacks. In Denmark and London and major American cities, the taxpayer has to get frisked down and treated with disdain by a rabble that otherwise would be idling on a street corner. They get a guaranteed job and a cushy retirement awaits at 55.
In 2005 or 2006 when they introduced the express line for the business traveler - the ones who could pay to skip the line I knew we were headed for this evil split society. We were in the midst of the Great War on Terror yet there was no shared sacrifice. It was clearly a farce. Yet none of us rose up in outrage. We kicked the ground and accepted our place, thinking it would be the worst of it.
An airport is a humiliation ritual, for those whose heart is driven by the Faustian spirit, who holds a healthy defiance and is filled with the desire to walk with dignity and maintain the nobility of their God given soul. Still, it is better to be humiliated and maintain a defiant scorn than to be so degraded as to not mind the security theater line and happily indulge in the bliss of Designer Duty Free.
Can't lie that I haven't picked up some duty free discounts on scotch on occasion. Sometimes a nip to quell the rage over the times being singled out by "security." Stories for a DM. A glass of Lagavulin raised to your fine essay. May their post-modern Cathedrals rot.
This is unrelated, but I thought you would appreciate it here. I am doing research on some intense mathematical and technical topic. Up pops an add for some e-commerce site called Kaiyo. It features mixed negroid/asian women looking fierce wielding asian martial arts weaponry. The caption than says: "A great place to get pre-loved furniture ... "
How perfect is that for the regime. "Pre-loved", is the next marketing jargon. It also moves beyond ownership. It also makes inanimate objects the recipient of the highest human emotion. "Here. You can pre-love this coffee table. Think about how much happiness your love will bring its next lover after your turn."
Now an NYU Business Executive program ad: "Do you have empathy as well as business acumen?"
'Just get in the security line and take off your pre-loved belt and shoes. You feeling hostile? Well, remember all of the empathy you learned in business school that your professed empathy got you admitted to. Have some empathy for the "Danish" muslim guy rifling through your luggage with a scowel on his face you colonizer!! Now, soothe your nerves with a $35 bag of premium bug shells to get some protein and all natural micro nutrients in your system before your flight.'
You're so right. I have noticed how attractive women are never referred to as beautiful or pretty or graceful but "fierce". It grates on me, like so much else.
Yes. And then when you get caught up in the drag net and detained at the airport and stripped of all of your rights, you realize it is not passive aggressive, it is sinister and malevolent.
"Still, it is better to be humiliated and maintain a defiant scorn than to be so degraded as to not mind the security theater line and happily indulge in the bliss of Designer Duty Free."
I do this instinctively when I'm forced to endure the humiliating ritual of waiting in a cattle line to be poked and prodded. Not that I am discourteous to the humiliation staff, there's no point. But I roll my eyes at it, and keep my back straight and my eyes level - they may try to humiliate, but much can be achieved with body language, even if only for one's own sanity and self-respect.
On occasion, when the line is slow and long, I will roll my eyes and attempt to make jokes with my fellow livestock about the absurd pointlessness of it all. More often than not the normie will reply, But it keeps us safe. And I'm reminded of the gulf that separates us. One's reaction to the airport security line is as effective a discriminator between the hominid and the human as the gom jabbar.
Amen. I do the same. We need a signal so that the small number of dignified beings in the theatre at any one time can connect and feel in company rising above. Heck, from now on, I will keep my back straight look ahead with fire in my eyes, a smile on my face and think of John Carter, and the millions of my brothers just like us steeling our resolve and preparing for a day where the wolves will howl.
I think that's basically the signal. Realized that when I was hanging out with European nationalists at various conferences. You could tell who they were when you arrived in the vicinity of the venue just by bearing and physique.
Lovely post. I too am old enough to remember what air travel was like before 9/11. The time at the airport, wandering around the Duty Free or buying your suncream - no one in Northern Ireland called in ‘sunscreen’ and no one in Northern Ireland bothered using it except for going on ‘foreign holidays’ - it was all part of the experience. If we were travelling to mainland U.K., we’d make use of the airport cash machine that dispensed Bank of England notes as the retailers in England never wanted our weird Northern Irish banknotes. After 9/11 it all changed. It was dehumanising and atomising; everyone was treated as a suspect. All the little moments of pleasure were sucked out of it. I have to travel from Australia to the the U.K. later this year; I’m dreading the airports. It will have also been the first time I’ve flown internationally since we non-Covid vaxxed were permitted back into that world. I can’t face putting myself and my children through it, but I’m also aware that the next lockdowns will be climate lockdowns - how much longer will they even allow us access to this globalist cathedral? The airport has become a place where the ugly face of globalist power is stripped bare.
I've come to the conclusion that modern travel is deliberately designed to make you not want to travel. Passing through Manchester airport last summer that was the only logical explanation I could come up with for the incompetence of the staff I witnessed and the conditions they made travellers endure. They want you to see travel as such an ordeal where anything could go wrong at any moment that you decide the weekend away just isn't worth the hassle compared to staying at home.
But for that reason it's imperative that we continue to travel despite the ritual humiliation and I salute you for doing so and hope you enjoyed your trip to my homeland!
In September 2022, I flew from Manchester to Santorini for a short break having reached a state of acceptance that I was unlikely to fly abroad again after 2020; to eventually be able to fly, (having never succumbed to the crony jabberwocky) was a positive. However on the way out of Manchester I was directed to go through the body scanner which as on previous occasions I refused, a short wait and I was frisked down instead. I strongly suspect these machines are likely to be harmful despite what we are told.
However the point you raise about making travel an ordeal in order that you become deterred from doing so is almost certainly true. I also have a suspicion that they are doing a similar thing to women giving birth in hospital- that is to make the birth such a traumatic experience that the majority of European women decide that they do not want to go through it a second time. In fact I now understand that the whole basis of ending home births attended by midwives, to hospitalising births with epidurals, and other medical interventions was exactly what this policy was aimed to achieve.
I am now flying with a little toddler and the inhumanity multiplies. I’ve had my daughter crying scared trying to scape for her mum while a fat Muslim woman wrangled with her to scan her for explosives. Then my father instincts kicked in and I also began to shout at them so I could go to my kid to console her and even security had to come in. I’ve never felt such rage and fedposting would not cover what I wanted to do at that time.
That time I began to not just despise but hate. If the Chinese, the Russians or even the Mulahs come I’m not going to care one bit as long as human decency is restored.
We’ve reached the point where I no longer want to save this. I want it gone. What’s worth saving is already in museums. Whoever comes first trying to conquer this, I’m siding with them out of spite.
This touches on something we often wish to forget, that even we antimoderns are suckers for advertising, we're just another niche to be accommodated. "Suave men in Barbour Jackets" are all it takes to genuinely grip my interest and likely some of my money.
You're right, I suppose why wouldn't they - or indeed how could they not - glom onto preexisting themes? It gets truly insidious when it appeals to something wholly speculative - some ever shifting moral pedestal of wokeness; a kind of undefinable, plastic virtue with no real reference to the real world. You see this with the "environmental" lark as well, eco-indulgences that make a marketing game out of your own guilt. "With usura hath no man a house of good stone" etc etc
I find that it only works if I was already looking for a specific item, usually something speccific and relating to a hobby. Even then I research everything.
Gotcha, at that stage advertising is hard to distinguish from recommendation. Hobby-related businesses and also things that are more "artisanal" (in a non-wanky way) tend to be run by passionate people who are themselves dedicated to that interest, so naturally their niche-advertising is less of a fabricated want. Clothes is the one that gets me, though.
I flew out of Boston the first day it was reopened after 9/11, Boston being the airport the hijackers departed from. I had flown out recently prior to 9/11 but that day? The lines were hours long and men with rifles were standing in the terminal like we were in a third world banana republic. Air travel was unpleasant before but after 9/11 it became intolerable.
I have not on airplane traveled since 2010, I couldn’t take the humiliation anymore. Try traveling with a disabled person. You’ll see all kinds of abuse.
A good read, thanks. I was a regular Atlantic crosser until the psy-op slowed me down. I recognised all your points, not your nipples, no, your points😀 it's the slow drip-drip-drip of Agenda 30, designed to drive us away from air-travel etc.
I started to like small to tiny airports. Sometimes they try very hard to fit in with the homogeneous mass of modern airports, but they never quite manage. You walk through the door promising security screening, and see the same guy who five minutes before was opening the barrier to the parking, and there is nothing but force of habit stopping you from just walking past it in the first place. The ramp workers double as customer service. The airport cafe is just a cafe.
The whole thing feels like the mask is slipping a bit, making the 'normal' airport experience that much more pointless and surreal.
I'm just travelling through Bangkok Airport and I've never seen so much shopping glaring in my face sheer white glow drawing you in. Also the seating is an absolute joke and haven't seen anything like it. One level is all shopping discricts then the level below is meant to be seating but instead is just executive lounges ranging from 30 dollars to god knows what for the top range one.
Prompted me to wonder if getting blind drunk during this process is a way sticking two fingers up at the non -place. Perhaps the great unwashed are truly great.
Great post. The airport is the regime's Cathedral.
It is also a giant humiliation ritual. The people who work the security-theatre line are barely the dregs of society. It is a jobs program in the states largely for blacks. In Denmark and London and major American cities, the taxpayer has to get frisked down and treated with disdain by a rabble that otherwise would be idling on a street corner. They get a guaranteed job and a cushy retirement awaits at 55.
In 2005 or 2006 when they introduced the express line for the business traveler - the ones who could pay to skip the line I knew we were headed for this evil split society. We were in the midst of the Great War on Terror yet there was no shared sacrifice. It was clearly a farce. Yet none of us rose up in outrage. We kicked the ground and accepted our place, thinking it would be the worst of it.
An airport is a humiliation ritual, for those whose heart is driven by the Faustian spirit, who holds a healthy defiance and is filled with the desire to walk with dignity and maintain the nobility of their God given soul. Still, it is better to be humiliated and maintain a defiant scorn than to be so degraded as to not mind the security theater line and happily indulge in the bliss of Designer Duty Free.
That bottle of Talisker though, the temptation was there, I felt it. I was drawn to the allure like a moth to a flame.
Can't lie that I haven't picked up some duty free discounts on scotch on occasion. Sometimes a nip to quell the rage over the times being singled out by "security." Stories for a DM. A glass of Lagavulin raised to your fine essay. May their post-modern Cathedrals rot.
This is unrelated, but I thought you would appreciate it here. I am doing research on some intense mathematical and technical topic. Up pops an add for some e-commerce site called Kaiyo. It features mixed negroid/asian women looking fierce wielding asian martial arts weaponry. The caption than says: "A great place to get pre-loved furniture ... "
How perfect is that for the regime. "Pre-loved", is the next marketing jargon. It also moves beyond ownership. It also makes inanimate objects the recipient of the highest human emotion. "Here. You can pre-love this coffee table. Think about how much happiness your love will bring its next lover after your turn."
Now an NYU Business Executive program ad: "Do you have empathy as well as business acumen?"
'Just get in the security line and take off your pre-loved belt and shoes. You feeling hostile? Well, remember all of the empathy you learned in business school that your professed empathy got you admitted to. Have some empathy for the "Danish" muslim guy rifling through your luggage with a scowel on his face you colonizer!! Now, soothe your nerves with a $35 bag of premium bug shells to get some protein and all natural micro nutrients in your system before your flight.'
Back to the math.
It's amazing how everything is infused with a latent passive agressivism.
You're so right. I have noticed how attractive women are never referred to as beautiful or pretty or graceful but "fierce". It grates on me, like so much else.
Yes. And then when you get caught up in the drag net and detained at the airport and stripped of all of your rights, you realize it is not passive aggressive, it is sinister and malevolent.
"Still, it is better to be humiliated and maintain a defiant scorn than to be so degraded as to not mind the security theater line and happily indulge in the bliss of Designer Duty Free."
I do this instinctively when I'm forced to endure the humiliating ritual of waiting in a cattle line to be poked and prodded. Not that I am discourteous to the humiliation staff, there's no point. But I roll my eyes at it, and keep my back straight and my eyes level - they may try to humiliate, but much can be achieved with body language, even if only for one's own sanity and self-respect.
On occasion, when the line is slow and long, I will roll my eyes and attempt to make jokes with my fellow livestock about the absurd pointlessness of it all. More often than not the normie will reply, But it keeps us safe. And I'm reminded of the gulf that separates us. One's reaction to the airport security line is as effective a discriminator between the hominid and the human as the gom jabbar.
Amen. I do the same. We need a signal so that the small number of dignified beings in the theatre at any one time can connect and feel in company rising above. Heck, from now on, I will keep my back straight look ahead with fire in my eyes, a smile on my face and think of John Carter, and the millions of my brothers just like us steeling our resolve and preparing for a day where the wolves will howl.
I think that's basically the signal. Realized that when I was hanging out with European nationalists at various conferences. You could tell who they were when you arrived in the vicinity of the venue just by bearing and physique.
Theodore Kaczynski was the prophet to all of this dehumanization. The "crazy" ones are always the ones who voice the truth against what the system is.
Lovely post. I too am old enough to remember what air travel was like before 9/11. The time at the airport, wandering around the Duty Free or buying your suncream - no one in Northern Ireland called in ‘sunscreen’ and no one in Northern Ireland bothered using it except for going on ‘foreign holidays’ - it was all part of the experience. If we were travelling to mainland U.K., we’d make use of the airport cash machine that dispensed Bank of England notes as the retailers in England never wanted our weird Northern Irish banknotes. After 9/11 it all changed. It was dehumanising and atomising; everyone was treated as a suspect. All the little moments of pleasure were sucked out of it. I have to travel from Australia to the the U.K. later this year; I’m dreading the airports. It will have also been the first time I’ve flown internationally since we non-Covid vaxxed were permitted back into that world. I can’t face putting myself and my children through it, but I’m also aware that the next lockdowns will be climate lockdowns - how much longer will they even allow us access to this globalist cathedral? The airport has become a place where the ugly face of globalist power is stripped bare.
I wonder what would happen to a British passport holder who opted to travel to and from France by small boat?
Good question! I wonder would they receive the red carpet treatment and a 4 star hotel room with pocket money?
Yes to jelly in the pork pies
No to fat Asian men staring at my nipples
This is my campaign platform
Thank You
Hahaha
I've come to the conclusion that modern travel is deliberately designed to make you not want to travel. Passing through Manchester airport last summer that was the only logical explanation I could come up with for the incompetence of the staff I witnessed and the conditions they made travellers endure. They want you to see travel as such an ordeal where anything could go wrong at any moment that you decide the weekend away just isn't worth the hassle compared to staying at home.
But for that reason it's imperative that we continue to travel despite the ritual humiliation and I salute you for doing so and hope you enjoyed your trip to my homeland!
In September 2022, I flew from Manchester to Santorini for a short break having reached a state of acceptance that I was unlikely to fly abroad again after 2020; to eventually be able to fly, (having never succumbed to the crony jabberwocky) was a positive. However on the way out of Manchester I was directed to go through the body scanner which as on previous occasions I refused, a short wait and I was frisked down instead. I strongly suspect these machines are likely to be harmful despite what we are told.
However the point you raise about making travel an ordeal in order that you become deterred from doing so is almost certainly true. I also have a suspicion that they are doing a similar thing to women giving birth in hospital- that is to make the birth such a traumatic experience that the majority of European women decide that they do not want to go through it a second time. In fact I now understand that the whole basis of ending home births attended by midwives, to hospitalising births with epidurals, and other medical interventions was exactly what this policy was aimed to achieve.
Brilliant essay! The Orwellian and the Huxleyian often work in mutually reinforcing cahoots in our increasingly insane world.
Cheers Andy
I am now flying with a little toddler and the inhumanity multiplies. I’ve had my daughter crying scared trying to scape for her mum while a fat Muslim woman wrangled with her to scan her for explosives. Then my father instincts kicked in and I also began to shout at them so I could go to my kid to console her and even security had to come in. I’ve never felt such rage and fedposting would not cover what I wanted to do at that time.
That time I began to not just despise but hate. If the Chinese, the Russians or even the Mulahs come I’m not going to care one bit as long as human decency is restored.
We’ve reached the point where I no longer want to save this. I want it gone. What’s worth saving is already in museums. Whoever comes first trying to conquer this, I’m siding with them out of spite.
This touches on something we often wish to forget, that even we antimoderns are suckers for advertising, we're just another niche to be accommodated. "Suave men in Barbour Jackets" are all it takes to genuinely grip my interest and likely some of my money.
Yes, my old video on whiskey advertising sparked quite the debate at the time. Essentially, a reactionary ideal has been commodified to appeal to us.
But what's interesting is that the ideal exists to begin with, in a sort of Platonic form.
You're right, I suppose why wouldn't they - or indeed how could they not - glom onto preexisting themes? It gets truly insidious when it appeals to something wholly speculative - some ever shifting moral pedestal of wokeness; a kind of undefinable, plastic virtue with no real reference to the real world. You see this with the "environmental" lark as well, eco-indulgences that make a marketing game out of your own guilt. "With usura hath no man a house of good stone" etc etc
The only people who are immune are the supermen, the beloved of the Gods bearers of the gift of autistic psychopathy.
You get immunity from advertising as a consolation for being constantly irritated by the presence of it.
Well put; you don’t think even those people can be appealed to in certain avenues?
I find that it only works if I was already looking for a specific item, usually something speccific and relating to a hobby. Even then I research everything.
Gotcha, at that stage advertising is hard to distinguish from recommendation. Hobby-related businesses and also things that are more "artisanal" (in a non-wanky way) tend to be run by passionate people who are themselves dedicated to that interest, so naturally their niche-advertising is less of a fabricated want. Clothes is the one that gets me, though.
Never tempted me personally. I was born naked and I see no reason to change that.
I flew out of Boston the first day it was reopened after 9/11, Boston being the airport the hijackers departed from. I had flown out recently prior to 9/11 but that day? The lines were hours long and men with rifles were standing in the terminal like we were in a third world banana republic. Air travel was unpleasant before but after 9/11 it became intolerable.
I have not on airplane traveled since 2010, I couldn’t take the humiliation anymore. Try traveling with a disabled person. You’ll see all kinds of abuse.
Tony Blair will not be halted, death cannot stop him, until every place is the the airport.
A good read, thanks. I was a regular Atlantic crosser until the psy-op slowed me down. I recognised all your points, not your nipples, no, your points😀 it's the slow drip-drip-drip of Agenda 30, designed to drive us away from air-travel etc.
I started to like small to tiny airports. Sometimes they try very hard to fit in with the homogeneous mass of modern airports, but they never quite manage. You walk through the door promising security screening, and see the same guy who five minutes before was opening the barrier to the parking, and there is nothing but force of habit stopping you from just walking past it in the first place. The ramp workers double as customer service. The airport cafe is just a cafe.
The whole thing feels like the mask is slipping a bit, making the 'normal' airport experience that much more pointless and surreal.
I don't do all the accoutrements of the modern liberal metrosexual man, so I have zero interest in all the faux glitzy outlets.
I find the whole flying thing a bit off-kilter.
I am just grateful the fucking thing takes off and lands in one piece and my luggage doesn't end up in another country.
I'm just travelling through Bangkok Airport and I've never seen so much shopping glaring in my face sheer white glow drawing you in. Also the seating is an absolute joke and haven't seen anything like it. One level is all shopping discricts then the level below is meant to be seating but instead is just executive lounges ranging from 30 dollars to god knows what for the top range one.
Prompted me to wonder if getting blind drunk during this process is a way sticking two fingers up at the non -place. Perhaps the great unwashed are truly great.