Endless moronic abuse is with us, like the proverbial poor, because we allow it to exist. We allow a world to be made where endless moronic abuse of everything that is good and true is permitted. The excuse is made that this is freedom. Yet if you have an opinion, state a fact or try and defend yourself, or others, from endless moronic abuse you will be slapped soundly and more and more often heavily fined or imprisoned because you dared to challenge a yob race who are taking over the entire planet through the agency of global TV emanating from that delectable fruit basket of political idiocy, modern America.
The reason why retaining the things that made Britain great is a good idea is because without this sane, intelligent, progressive, high minded group of nations the world would be a very different place. The uniqueness of a small group of islands whose empire was a far reaching and benevolent one has not yet been seen in our world. America is trying to make a passable imitation but is degenerating into banality and religious mania because that is what America does best. She excels at cheap imitation and moral ambiguity whilst simultaneously going to war clutching the word of God.
This isn't an insult to Americans. I sympathise with those who have begun to hate their country. I blame the European west instead, and especially Britain, for allowing the old civilized America and its strange and wild mid west dukedoms to fall victim to the disease that entered her body on immigrant ships - greed. America threw her legs open to the world and now has the mother of all social diseases - political correctness compounded by religious mania and a passion for cash. Her modern madness is made manifest by some delusion that she is the teacher and the saviour of the world.
How Tony Blair could have made the statement that Britain has a special relationship with modern America, I can't imagine, other than the suspicion that he, too, is a greedy, self opinionated, morally obtuse religious warrior. He now lectures religion at Yale, apparently. How profound. Poor Yale. Another one bites the dust.
There are enough people left in the world from the generation that was taught by the generation that understood what civilization was and knew how to maintain it, for some kind of revival to occur. You can't ever go back, you can only ever hope to go forth. But to go forth speaking like a Rastafarian, looking like a dog's blanket and thinking like a cretin is not the way to effect this transformation by evolution.
Every day more moronic abusers join the internet fraternity and worm their way into any attempts to restore the balance. Everyone is tied up in legal wrangles and anger management. Ever increasing numbers of once hopeful folk depart from the Grey Havens, as they say in Tolkien speak. Before all of the elves depart Middle Earth, taking with them most of their human companions, something should be done to restore the Shires. (Reading Tolkien's myths is highly recommended. They contain a manual of survival skills and a plethora of warnings. And besides, which, they are written in eloquent English and go a long way in returning some of the beauty and light to a language now sadly ghettoised and in places utterly destroyed. They contain also the sacred warrior codes of our ancestors. But a Tolkien mind and talent comes only now and then to any folk culture. They still haven't located his successor. They look in the wrong places and seek the wrong thing.)
So the Mad Hatter's tea party goes on and the moronic abuse that attends one of these gatherings is the language of the day.
People don't realise that just a little way off to one side, among some flowers and near the great roots of an old tree lies the way out of the nightmare. But we have to know what to look for and we have to see the tea party for what it is and we have to hate it with a vengeance before we will be able to leave and seek instead the way out of endless moronic abuse.
It will continue unabated after we have gone. Such is the nature of true madness.