The End of Dreams: How Science, Politics & Propaganda Poisoned Everything

By Fiona Case

A pandemic of insanity is raging in the West, with further outbreaks across the world, resulting in mass paranoid delusions and manias. The West is in its second childhood. The West will die of multiple comorbidities.

What’s going on? Who’s in charge? The conspiracy theories are many and varied, yet they all agree on one thing: an evil force is afoot. But the lair of the mighty monster is well hidden by an intricate web of myths, legends and red herrings.

In this provocative book, the author examines the reasons behind our demise. It is divided into three sections: Rage & Rubbish (politics); The Whore of Babylon (the lair of the monster); and Another Voice (religion and art). There are eleven essays: Heroine Addiction (the betrayal of women by feminists and celebrities); Meism (the cult of identity politics, censorship, fanaticism); Politics & Propaganda (the disaster of liberalism); Brexit Debacle (the bloody aftermath); The Third Empire (who’s in charge now); Virtuality (modern technology, climate controlled living, the media); Nature & Reality (climate change, attack on agriculture, food fads); the Science Delusion (the hubris and nonsense of scientists and atheists); Woo Woo (an exploration of the higher power); The Wizard (Shakespeare and the common man); The Corona Diaries (a heretic’s account).

This Doom’s Day book was finished at the end of February 2020, just before the West hurled itself off a cliff, like a herd of possessed swine, because it was startled out of its senses by a flu bug. Therefore, it is now a sort of history book: what went wrong and why. It is not a book for the lily-livered. It is not a book for those who prefer the comfort of lies and illusions to truth and reality. The author argues that there is no benign solution to the mess which has been created since WWII; that our only hope is a return to the higher power.

We are at the end of dreams.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiona Case
• Release date: Aug 17, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005645427

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THE END OF DREAMS

How Science, Politics & Propaganda Poisoned Everything

Fiona Case

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Smashwords Edition

It shall be called ‘Bottom’s Dream’, because it hath no bottom.

Midsummer Night’s Dream, William Shakespeare

CONTENTS

Rage & Rubbish

Chapter One - Heroine Addiction

Choices and Feminism

Advertising

Saleswomen

Capitalism and the Women's Movement

#MeToo and Crime

The Role of Men

Chapter Two - Meism: The cult of pseudo-self worship

'Woke' and the Politics of Race

Trans-Etc

Gay and Lesbian

Identity Politics in General

Identity Politics and the Corporate Left

Chapter Three - Politics & Propaganda

Left and Right

The Blair Reich

The Problems with Democracy

The Problems with Liberalism

The Left and Censorship

Chapter Four - The Brexit Debacle

Brexit Bomb

The European Union

Trump

The Whore of Babylon

Chapter Five - The Third Empire

The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Dracula

Devolution

The Promotion of Vice

The Exploitation of Morality

Chapter Six - Virtuality

Technology

News Reporting

Newspeak

Chapter Seven - Nature & Reality

Climate Change

Agriculture

Sundry Observations

Diets

Armageddon

Chapter Eight - The Science Delusion

The Wonderful Things Science has Taught Us

The Wonderful Things Science is Responsible For

Modern Medicine

The Problems with Atheism

Another Voice

Chapter Nine - Woo Woo

Agnosticism

Pagan Observations

Christianity

The Story of Persephone

Chapter Ten - The Wizard

Art and the Common Man

The Wizard

Merchant of Venice

Othello, The Moor of Venice

The Tempest

Shakespeare and the Common Man

Bonus Chapter

The Corona Diaries, in Five Acts

Act 1 - Italy Falls

Act 2 - England Falls

Act 3 - America Wobbles, but Sweden Stands

Act 4 - Mobs

Act 5 - Second Wave

About the Author

PART ONE

Rage & Rubbish

‘Do you think,’ said Candide, ‘that men have always massacred one another, as they do today? That they have always been liars, cheats, traitors, ingrates and brigands, as well as weaklings, shirkers, cowards, backbiters, gluttons, drunkards, misers and social climbers, in addition to being bloodthirsty, slanderous, fanatical, debauched, hypocritical and downright stupid?’

Candide, Voltaire (trans. Theo Cuffe)

You go through your ordinary little day and at night you sleep your untroubled ordinary little sleep filled with peaceful, stupid dreams. And I brought you nightmares. Or did I? Or was it a silly inexpert little lie? Do you know that the world is a foul sty? Do you know that if you ripped the front off houses you’d find swine? The world’s a hell…

Shadow of a Doubt, Alfred Hitchcock

Chapter One: HEROINE ADDICTION

Oh I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors – I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free…

Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte

Choices and Feminism

I was raised with the idea that feminism meant no more than choices and equal opportunities: a meritocracy. So not a damn thing wrong with being a housewife and mother: no more valid way to spend your life, is there, than nurturing the future generation? However, not for everyone – couldn’t think of anything worse myself.

We have travelled a long way from this original idea. How did it go from choices to ‘having it all’ – which is about not making choices. It is a statement of greed: I want more than my fair share – which, applying the laws of physics, means others must needs have less.

Does the average woman today actually have more choices than in 1950?

Reluctant workers

How many women would like nothing better than to give up their jobs – most not having dazzling careers – to raise their own children? But they can’t do it, can they? A single average salary is no longer sufficient to support a household. Their choice has been stolen from them.

Maternity con

How many women have had their careers thwarted by the maternity laws? How are the long term career prospects of women to be enhanced by introducing a set of laws which penalizes employers for hiring them? It doesn’t matter that you don’t want or can’t have children, that you’d sign a disclaimer: you’re not allowed to mention it in a job interview, because that would be ‘betraying your sisters’, and the employers are not allowed to ask, that’s illegal. Upshot: you don’t get the job/career. And:

* Why is there such disparity between maternity provisions? Public sector, sumptuous – they don’t care, the taxpayer is paying. Private sector, variable. Self employed, statuary. How’s that fair? We’ve got all this flimflam about women not earning as much as men, and, certainly, if a woman is doing the same job as a man and has the same level of experience, she ought to get the same wage. But why then are there such wild discrepancies around maternity provisions – after all, the women are all doing exactly the same job?

* Why would a woman commanding a six figure salary expect to continue commanding that salary when she’s off doing something else with her life? Why, in addition, does she expect her career to progress as though she were there, and not off doing something else with her life? It makes no sense at all, save to the select minority who benefit from these extraordinary arrangements.

* Why is maternity leave the responsibility of employers? Parental leave ought to be administered by the state. Everybody gets the same: the woman takes it, the man takes it, or they split it in some way. And, like with jury service, salaries are matched to a point – which is pretty low. More generally we ought to be concerned about loading ever more responsibilities onto employers, for they in turn ask for ever more from their employees, until it feels like one is a cog in a small fascist regime. The employment contract is simple: I do this, you pay me that. Purely mercenary. Or it ought to be.

‘Having it all’ dupes

How many women, and men, have been suckered in to ‘having it all’ – they thought having kids was just something you neatly fitted round your career, because that’s what the propaganda tells them. So when the first ‘bundle of joy’ arrives, it’s like a bomb’s gone off in their lives. They hadn’t grasped that it isn’t physically, humanly possible to have it all… unless you’ve got servants. And who are the childminders? The nannies, the au pairs, the baby sitters, the nursery school staff? The cleaners and housekeepers and secretaries and PAs? Other women, in the main. Less important women.

At the weekend, the London parks are full of these exhausted parents, desperately trying to get some quality time in with the kids. They’ve no time for each other, no time for themselves. How many of them are regretting the choice they didn’t make?

If chase you two rabbits, you’ll lose both. Having it all = having nothing in particular.

Nature denial and cost of living

How many women missed out on having kids altogether because they left it too late? Either because they had prioritised their careers and hadn’t realized that 35, which is the beginning of middle-age, is not the best time to start trying for children; or because so long does it take to establish the humblest base in this exorbitant world of debt and taxes, the ship has sailed. Or, with the man/woman mismatch of exaggerated expectations, finding a life partner is becoming ever more difficult. Their choices have been stolen from them.

Stress

How many women are rendered infertile or miscarry because of the stress of modern living? Stress being the number one cause of infertility and miscarriage. Hence why farmers get so cross when dogs chase their sheep – it isn’t only that the sheep may break legs or run off cliffs, but that the stress of being chased can trigger a miscarriage.

To make a choice is shameful

If you’re a housewife and mother, you’re letting the side down and wasting your life; if you don’t have children, you’re a traitor to your sex, a selfish bitch who gives no thought to the future. I challenge that. In my experience, women who don’t have children think somewhat more about the future, for two reasons: firstly, they have time; secondly, when they think about the future, they tend to do it in rather broader and more objective terms – not just what my children are going to be and do, like that’s going to take place in some kind of vacuum.

Perhaps I am a selfish bitch. Well, if so, the very worst thing I could have done is have children. Rich or poor, having a selfish bitch for a mother is a bum-card.

Make-believe jobs

Back in the 1930s, the great thinkers – like Maynard Keynes, Bertrand Russell, Einstein – all said the same thing. With the inexorable rise of the machine, there would be ever fewer jobs to go round; as such, by about now, we’d all be working part-time, 15 to 20 hours a week. It would have been nice, wouldn’t it? Even if you had a crappy job, it would be tolerable. And it would have meant that, in a small way, everyone would have had it all. Time for career and family. No childcare to pay for, no exhaustion, both parents have quality time with the kids, as well as time for one another and their own interests. Well, the machine rose and rose and rose, as did the population… So why aren’t we all working part-time? And what is everyone doing?!

Discrimination

How did we move from a fight against discrimination to a fight for it – ‘positive discrimination’? That brilliant system by which, potentially, the best person for the job doesn’t get the job, because it’s given to a lesser candidate in order to satisfy the statistics.

How’s that fair? The only women who will benefit are women with ambitions beyond their abilities. And, looking round, I ask myself: what proportion of women today have swanky careers thanks to positive discrimination? Who did they knuckle-dust out of the way to get them? Indeed, all sorts of people have jobs which, if we really lived in a meritocracy, they wouldn’t have. They steal lives, choices and opportunities from others: that is the definition of ‘having it all.’ Also, such a policy casts shade over those women who have reached their positions through hard work and talent: it makes it easy to dismiss their achievements.

Why would we expect 50% of top jobs to be held by women? Given that most women are more interested in family than career?

Discrimination is discrimination is discrimination: it is an inherently negative force, and it doesn’t become any the less so by sticking a ‘positive’ in front of it. Only an arrant oxymoron could believe such a thing.

Women Support Women

Like hell they do. We seem to have forgotten all about the evil of women. Anyone over the age of 40 who was beautiful in her youth will have encountered more than her fair share of: wicked stepmothers, ugly sisters, bitter spinsters and twisted fairies. These characters are most frequently to be found in HR departments, managerial roles, British Border Control, etc. Anywhere, in short, where they have a bit of power, which they can use to persecute those they envy. Only once was I hired by a woman, and that was because she by-passed the HR department.

Historically, the great vices of women – envy, spite, vanity and greed – had been contained. Not no more.

Advertising

The problem women faced, following enfranchisement and ‘liberation’, was that they had no blueprint, no precedents – what does it mean to be a woman in this brave new world, how is one meant to navigate it? Women were very naïve, particularly working class women: they had little by way of education; they knew little of the world beyond their immediate communities; they knew nothing of politics; and nor did they know anything about the sneaky, ruthless ways in which the aspirant go about their business. They found themselves in a sort of no-woman’s land.

Big Business (BB) swooped down to colonize that space – to tell them what they ought to be. For women’s ‘liberation’ coincided with the moment when, with the rapid post-war expansion of the media, advertising launched into a different stratosphere. And what does BB preach to women today? There’s a choice: the bimbo option, ‘I’m going to butcher myself to look like a porn star: this will lead to the happy ever after’; or the ‘having it all knuckle-duster’ option.

BB also taught us to regard femininity as shameful and weak.

Brainwashing

I do love flying. I do love flying. I do love having new clothes… But old clothes are beastly; we always throw away old clothes. Ending is better than mending. Ending is better than mending …

Brave New World, Aldous Huxley

Since the 1960s the attack on the idea of woman – the degressive sluttification – has been sustained and pitiless. It started with the sexual revolution, and the emergence of the sex kitten; escalating into the glamour girl of the seventies; the whore of the eighties; the plastic porn star/blow up sex toy of the nineties; through to what we have today – the highest ambition a young woman can have is to look like a pornographic computer generated image. It’s pretty obvious what the next stage will be: the mainstreaming of sexbots. Who needs women?

Also, since the sixties, we’ve seen the rise of the unachievable – aspire to the impossible!

Actual woman can neither live up nor down to the expectations.

I remember when it hit me in the mid-eighties via the teenage magazines. The messages were:

‘You are fat, ugly, pasty white, look at your hair and what are you wearing? You are a repulsive human being; you’ll never know anything of love or happiness looking like that. But don’t worry, sshhh, because we’ve got the products that can help you.’

I found a pretty typical quote on the internet: ‘We know you’ve been sneakily hidin’ under your thick woollies an’ leg warmers all winter – but now all will be revealed! An’ anyone with a spare tyre an’ podgy knees – get slimming! Cos summer’s just around the corner, an’ we don’t wanna see thousands of fatties lying around in bikinis, do we [sic/k].’

Number One cover girl was Mandy Smith – a girl who shot to fame on the basis that she had been seduced, aged 13, by Bill Wyman, a man 30 years her senior. That’s who we were meant to aspire to and emulate. And so we did: thirteen year-olds tottering about in stilettos and mini-skirts, big hair and make up – our dearest desire to look older than we were, of age and sexually available. We all had boy-band idols, which were used to introduce us to celebrity worship and the concept of The One.

Then there was Pretty Woman, the message of which was: ‘Yeah, beautiful young women, what you want to do is move to your nearest big city and start working as a whore, then all your dreams will come true… with a middle-aged Prince Charming. It’s the modern fairytale.’ There was also a counter-current: heroin chic – as in, the highest ambition a young woman can have is to look like she’s dying of consumption. The fashion shows of the era looked like fancy dress parades at a concentration camp.

This is how modern capitalism operates. How do you sell things nobody needs or, if they were in their right minds, would want? You must put them out of their right minds by manufacturing a faux-desire. And the best way to do that is by planting insecurities – you’re not good enough; you need to be somebody else – and then selling the solutions. You can never be on top of it, that’s what fashion’s for: the goal posts move on a daily basis, and it is never enough – conforming is a full-time business.

The messages start with the advertisers; they are promulgated throughout the media and entertainment industries; they infect everyone around you. Your friends are re-bleating the messages, even your own mother – who is still suffering from the eating/image disorder planted in her head back in her youth. It wasn’t the fault of the mothers: they didn’t know they had eating disorders; they’d been completely blindsided by new-wave advertising. Today, there ought to be more awareness, but there’s not.

Not until the age of 20 did I come across a single female voice raised against it: Susie Orbach in Fat is a Feminist Issue. The only other people who countered the ‘women-hate from women’ were men. ‘You’re not fat,’ they’d say, ‘You look fine to me.’ (Although plenty of men use the insecurities BB inseminates women with for their own ends: they turn the screws on them, use them to psychologically manipulate and enslave women.)

It is a very effective method of subjugation, for if you shatter a girl’s confidence and self-esteem and get her fixating on nonsense, leaving no headspace for anything else, she is highly unlikely to achieve her potential in life. The conditioning operates below the conscious level of choice and reason and consent. To quote 1984: ‘Orthodoxy means not thinking – not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconscious.’ Essentially, it is a sterilization programme: female talent is neutered before it gets time to develop. And the younger BB gets them the better: bad habits and neuroses sown in childhood and adolescence are by far the most difficult to uproot. Today, it starts the moment you plop into the world of pink and blue; the messages are omnipresent, especially in the cities. You must conform – or you will be teased and bullied, reviled. Girls as young as five have eating/image disorders; are sexing themselves up. There are Insta-mothers prostituting their children. How far does this have to go before we move to protect them? It is child abuse, practised with impunity for sixty years.

Saleswomen

When I was 18, I lived briefly in Essex. It was an odd place, full of tottering women done out to look like blow-up sex toys, for it was where the prototypes for the modern reality stars were being developed.

Why were they doing this? The image that came to my mind was that of a father sitting down to his breakfast and leering over Page 3, his ‘bit of fun’: to the left, his little girl; to the right, his little boy – both of them forming their ideas of what a woman should be. Repeat daily. Then think how many toxic images a child’s sponge-like brain is subjected to today. I shouldn’t think you could escape pictures of Kim Kardashian’s bottom if you lived in an igloo in Greenland.

And who sells these messages to girls and women? Who are the fashion and glamour models and actresses and pop-stars and reality stars and influencers and fashion journalists? Women. Women who enjoy well-paid Outer Party jobs at the Ministry of Truth. It is their role to degrade the idea of woman and promote woman-hate.

There are three classes.

The working class saleswomen, Trash Mags

The reality stars. Why are they famous? Because fame, like sex, sells – and it doesn’t matter a jot that it’s wholly manufactured. They are selected on the basis of sales potential. Those who prove adept, are given secondary reality show appearances, which increases their selling power, they are commissioned to sell more stuff, and so on, upwards to the heady heights of the Kardashians.

They cater to the shop-girl end of the market. The main thing they sell is overt fakery and self-mutilation: fake eyebrows, fake eyelashes, fake cheeks, fake nose, fake chins, fake teeth, fake lips, fake tits, fake arse, fake hair, fake nails, fake tan; plucked, waxed, lasered, tattooed, manicured, micro-pealed, sprayed, injected, butchered. Two hours in hair and make-up; hundreds of selfies, to get those few which really capture their inner loveliness; airbrushed, filtered, face-tuned, photo-shopped. Upload! ‘Ta-daa! Don’t I look beautiful?!’

Weird is what they look: botched forgeries and lobotomised mock-ups.

Beauty, like intelligence or artistic talent, is a gift of nature: it cannot be faked. And the irony is that youth itself is beautiful: it’s a sort of ethereal light and energy which radiates from the eyes, it’s in the suppleness of their skin and the way they move – it is this, their natural, individual beauty, which they destroy.

The social media pictures they post up remind me of the pictures on calling cards prostitutes once stuck in telephone boxes in the days before mobile phones. ‘Luscious Lizzie, specializes in …’ Because, like the prostitutes, this is how the reality stars make their living. However, the difference between the reality starts and the prostitutes is that the latter were only selling their wares, whereas the former are also selling the idea that being a whore is a brilliant way to earn a living. Pretty Woman for the 21st Century. And many young women fall for it.

But you can say this for the reality stars: most of them know not what they do. They’re blunt instruments, hit by fame and money – which for the young and uninitiated is like crack cocaine. And once they’ve served their purpose or passed their peak, they are chewed up and spat out. Most end up destitute freaks of nature, figures of fun. Some kill themselves. Of course, there must be some rags-to-riches stories for PR purposes, to sell the idea, like with the lottery – it could be you. But, like with the lottery, the odds aren’t great.

So why is Victoria Beckham famous? It wasn’t like the X-Factor. The five Spice Girls were chosen from 400 wannabes who attended a single audition, following a small ad in Stage. There was clearly a checklist of girls wanted: tomboy; cutsey girly one; plastic manicured one; ethnic one, necessarily scary; and quirky one. The idea being to cover all the bases of ordinary girlhood – everyone had someone with whom she could identify. None of them was beautiful; none of them had any particular talent. This was important, since the idea they were selling was: it doesn’t matter that you are talentless and plain, you too can reach for the stars. VB has made her fortune riding and selling this idea: she started life as a manufactured pop star as today she is a manufactured ‘high-end’ fashion designer. All you’ve got to do is dream big, and work hard.

Had VB been down with the flu the day of the audition, none of us would ever have heard of her. She’d be dressing shop windows in Essex or, perhaps, appearing as one of the mothers on TOWIE.

Why is Kylie Jenner a billionaire aged 20? She works hard or she is number one saleswoman in the world for the ‘woman as computer generated image’ idea? Does she even exist?

But at least the trash mags, which promote these women, don’t generally involve themselves in politics.

The middle-money saleswomen, Glossy Mags

The professional, educated peddlers of woman hate – journalists, feminists, Insta-influencers, panellists, presenters, etc. They sell the same muck as the working class saleswomen, only it is muck frocked-up. They run the media targeted at women, and one of their main vehicles is the glossy magazine.

These magazines are sales brochures, cover to cover propaganda, a sly compilation of direct and indirect advertising, selling fashion (clothes, shoes, handbags, perfumes, make-up, gadgets, apps, jewellery, what to eat, where to holiday, how to decorate your home, how to do your hair, beauty treatments, lotions and potions, fad diet and exercise regimes, what books, films, music, TV, etc, to buy); selling conformity, self-loathing, fakery, celebrity worship, cosmetic surgery and augmentation, consumerism, excess, waste, narcissism and, above all, toxic ideas – for which they are a most excellent source. Indeed, if you want to keep on top of emerging fashions as re poisonous ideas, there is no better source than women’s magazines. They make the BBC and The Guardian look moderate and unbiased.

You will rarely see a woman featured who is actually doing something useful and never one expressing heretical opinions. They feature more tits, arses and leering pouts than Playboy. They are completely schizophrenic. They will call men sexist for trifles, whilst themselves promoting the idea that a woman’s only true value is her fuckability. They talk about ethical/eco/sustainable fashion. An oxymoron if ever I heard one. There is endless chatter about diversity, particularly in modelling – but, regardless of colour, the models all look the same: blank canvases that can be daubed and draped. Modelling is like method acting: superficial. Then there’s the ‘real woman’ counter-current: look at my cellulite, scars, stretch-marks, mummy-tummy. More tits and arses.

And is there anything more depressing than reading an article containing socio-political commentary written by a fashion journalist? The problem today is not that women don’t have voices, but which women have voices.

Women’s and teenage girls’ magazines are owned and controlled by BB; as such, this is who they serve. And BB really hates women: ideologically it is absolutely in alignment with radical Islam. Only BB doesn’t get its hands dirty: it brainwashes women and girls into ‘voluntarily’ subjugating and mutilating themselves.

The uber-saleswomen

These are women who became famous for a reason, but on achieving fame sell it out and launch themselves as a brand, rather like a company floats on the stock market, whereupon they start selling everything and anything, so long as the price is right and it is in alignment with the brand. So perfume, make-up, fashion lines, handbags, trainers, etc. All of it completely unrelated to the reason why they became famous. So, for instance, Beyoncé didn’t become famous because she smelt nice. In addition, they earn vast sums endorsing big name merchandise. Very few, especially American, artists have escaped this fate. They might continue to put out films or music, but it is now designed to conform to the expectations of a target audience – to support the brand. They even have children to support the brand. Nothing matters anymore, save fame and money.

These women are the greatest promoters of poisonous ideas. There ain’t nothing they won’t sell. So Gwynth Paltrow steam-cleans her vagina. Why was this information so important that it had to be beamed across the world to me? Because the idea Gwynnie is selling is this: women’s vaginas are dirty (hers excepted). They promote divisive identity politics. They’re all faux-feminists. They sell the American dream – anything you want, you can have, because you’re worth it. They dress like designer tarts, even far into middle-age, and spend fortunes clinging to simulated youth. They are neurotic narcissists. They promote environmentally destructive behaviour, eye-popping consumerism and waste. They tell their followers who to vote for: they’re all Democrats because they, with their millions and billions, really believe in equality. In addition, they’re charity mongers: they go on field trips to third world countries, and have their pictures taken, looking sincere and angelic amongst a pack of pot-bellied kids. They’re ‘raising awareness’. They care. For the duration of the photo shoot. Then they hop back on to their private jets and return to their extremist lifestyles. (We never hear from those who actually are risking their lives to help their fellow man – not unless they get kidnapped or murdered, which is good copy.) It’s very fluid, too, up there in uber-sales land. Actresses become models become singers; singers become models become actresses. Some of them even become UN ambassadors, which tells us how far the rot goes.

These women are the Lady Macbeths. Toxic femininity 101.

The Picture of Dorian Gray

In The Picture, Dorian Gray makes a deal with the devil, whereby he will retain his youthful beauty indefinitely. No matter what he does, he won’t age: rather a portrait which has been painted of him will age. He hides this picture away and goes out and has a wild time of it.

In the early days, the people can’t believe the rumours about his depravity – for he looks so young and fresh and innocent. But when ten, fifteen, twenty years pass, and Dorian continues to look as spry as a spring rose, the people start to recoil from him, and to whisper about supernatural agency.

This story often comes to mind when I’m flicking through the glossy magazines. For some of the uber-saleswomen really do look preternaturally young – indeed, some appear to be getting younger (like Dracula when he is glutted with blood). It is becoming creepy.

The idea of women today

White women are sluts and, increasingly, so are black women. This is the dominant idea we are selling of ourselves. In addition, we are neurotic harpies and crazed power seekers. And all this thanks to feminism and celebrity saleswomen: it’s really a great achievement. Far beyond anything attained by the evil old patriarchy.

The Followers

And who worships all these traitors and quislings; who follows them, buys the products and ideas that they sell? Women.

Therefore, it is not as simple as the #MeToo movement likes to believe – that the problem is men. So long as women continue to sell and buy into this degraded, sub-human depiction of woman, so they shouldn’t be surprised if they are treated as such.

And how is the world for men. Back in my youth I came across the statistic, men think about sex once every two minutes. It seems a lot, I thought, and how do they know? Anyway, the updated statistic is: men now think about sex twice a minute. As in, they’re not thinking about anything else. Women have eating/image disorders; men have sexual disorders. And no wonder. They are reared on a rich diet of hardcore pornography and bombarded all day every day by provocative images – and yet none of the women is available to them. One can see how this might give rise to anger and frustration. And how is man to have any higher idea of what woman is, if none is given him?

The only groups I identify as having some immunity to this daily onslaught of imagery are gay men and the sincerely married.

Killing Sex

The aim of the Party was not merely to stop men and women forming loyalties which it might not be able to control. Its real, undeclared purpose was to remove all pleasure from the sexual act.

1984, George Orwell

Women are set up to believe that presenting themselves as masturbatory props, programmed with encouraging sound-bites, will somehow lead to the happy ever after. Men are set up to view women as masturbatory props, full stop. Mismatch.

And, if we carry on in this way, men and women will stop having sex with one another and stick to onanism. Indeed, it’s already happening – the younger generation are having a lot less sex than the older generations did.

Physics

The girls are taught to gaze out through telescopes into the starry heavens – they are the astro-physicists. The boys are taught to squint down microscopes – they are the atomic physicists. There’s a big gap between the two.

Love and Hate

Religions often feature a strange fixation on sex, particularly women and sex – perhaps because sex at its best can be divine, a union of body and soul, and they don’t like the competition. And so it is with BB. Except all relations of love are under attack. Families are geographically dispersed; parents have children they don’t have time to raise; half of marriages end in divorce; teenagers are taught to despise and disregard their parents, save as a source of money; grandparents are forgotten; real friends replaced by virtual friends; men can’t be close friends with other men without the imputation of homosexuality; men taught how to turn off and alienate their women; women set up with exorbitant, impossible expectations, and tutored in self-hate and man-hate. This is all in the interests of BB,