British universities and why they bend over for Islam

In November of 2012, there was something of sheer egotism in the air as the religion of ‘peace’ and assimilation grew contagious with an attempted “Islamophobia Awareness Month” in a bid to gain wider recognition for an untouchable ideology that answers to nobody. One of the more depressing aspects of this farcical month dedicated to one ideology is that it was in cooperation with the London School of Economics. The poster for the event was emblazoned with the following piece of pseudo social commentary:

“With Islamophobia entering the mainstream of politics across Europe and with increasing concerns over the penetration of Islamophobia in universities, the LSE Students' Union is providing a forum for discussion on the nature and extent of the problem and what can be done to challenge it.”

This is a continuation from the self-deprecation of western society and how there is a perennial blame placed onto opinion and/or concern. Many prestigious and world renown British universities are now playing the apologists and relinquishing a sense of intelligent, critical thinking in the face of adversity. As someone who is constantly and curiously questioning the intentions of others (whether positive or negative), I started questioning the general impetus of the universities and their great strives to propagate Islam. Of course, I didn’t need to look far. Largely influential and prestigious institutions such as Cambridge, have recently received piously generous donations in the name of Islam; Prince Alwaleed bin Talal of Saudi Arabia donated a breathtaking 8 million pounds (Just over $12 million) to both Cambridge University and Edinburgh University for the purpose of funding Islamic study centres (Cook 2012). This isn’t even slightly surprising considering the wealth of the Saudi royalty and makes one question the intentions of the Universities as they offer no separatism between education and business. The funding doesn’t cease there, obviously, as these influential bodies are attempting to monopolize and manipulate the education system-successfully. One of the largest donations was quite predictably to Oxford University for their Islamic Study Centre in the sum of 75 million pounds.

With all of these donations taken into account, the funding sources of the Saudi’s is the largest source of external funding being provided for British University (Leach 2008). Taking this into account, you may want to doublethink the amount of clout these educational bodies have-as well as the incentive of such reproachful endeavor as the University College of London took with the satirical Jesus and Mo cartoon published on behalf of their Atheist, Secularist and Humanist society (scrappy cartoons of Jesus and Mohammad sharing an ingratiating pint together). The University released a poorly complacent statement, which I highly resent in the name of free speech, stating the following in reference to the Atheist society and the members of it:

"They are provided with equality training prior to running a society, to help them understand the balance between freedom of expression and cultural sensitivity." (Topping 2012)

Once again playing into the hands of religious fascists and by all means-far too easily. The viewpoint taken by the general public and that of Muslims who were offended, could be seen as extremely cynical. The cartoon could easily be seen as a depiction of equality by having the two prophets reconcile their differences over a British pastime that is synonymous with comraderie; having a pint. This proves the inherent sense of victimization that religion breeds, completely stultifying any argument against it and constantly looking to raise a red flag in the name of it. At one point, the university actually threatened disciplinary action against those students involved for being so insensitive; I fully reproach and detest the way the university placated to outward pressure by completely taking freedom of speech for granted. The only way around such placation from the Atheist, Secularist and Humanist society was through that of a petition with over 3,000 signatures, including that of renown Biologist Richard Dawkins. The fact that this non-issue had to escalate to such extremes can hardly be seen as a complete victory for democracy. It might be fun to note, for antagonistic purposes, that University College London was also one of the grateful recipients of a substantial donation from the Saudis (of course, they wouldn’t want to be culturally insensitive cough cough) (Leach 2008). Also, just to add fuel to speculation, University College London has an archeology campus located in Qatar; a Wahabbi state; the only other Wahabbi state in the region being that of Saudi Arabia (the Wahabbi branch of Islam is considered to be ultra-conservative, usually adopted by Sunni fundamentalist Muslims). With so many important ties to the Islamic world, the intentions of these otherwise prestigious British institutions is wholly compromised. How on earth one could believe that donations from the leaders of a country that prohibits women to drive are with positive intentions is beyond me. Saudi Arabia is obscenely backwards with their views on equality and the rights of women; the fact that their elite have any influence in the British university system is worrying.

Back to my point about this arbitrarily executed Islamophobia Awareness Month: it is just another stunt performed and employed by those who have been unfortunately and ill-fatedly born into such a belief system, which has carried through into the naivety of early adulthood. I can boldly presume that most of these young adults probably haven’t read the Koran, but only learned their fragmented belief through the heresy of Imams and their immediate surroundings. Islamophobia Awareness Month is just another dent into the Western calendar, just as is the newly constructed “world hijab day”-pseudo peaceful/raise awareness ploys. I feel that ploys such as “Islamophobia Awareness Month” should also be met with a counteroffer of such alarming statistics as 36 percent of British Muslims (ranging in age from 16 to 24 years old) believing that those who are considered apostates should be given the death penalty, merely for their unbelief (Harris 90). The universities that ratify such committees and then turn around and condemn unions that promote democracy and freedom of speech need to be monitored as once the British educational system has been infiltrated enough, there will be little merit left.

Though I understand his crass nature and overtly philandering ways, I can’t help but quote one of the great poets of the 20^th century, Charles Bukowski, as he once said,

“and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god

beware those who are quick to censor

they are afraid of what they do not know”

This excerpt is from Bukowski’s “The Genius of the Crowd” poem, and though it may not directly relate to Islam-you can understand where I’m making the connection. You have to heatedly contest such a notion that there is a “world hijab day”, whereby those of us who accept that life is life is life and there is no eternity or immortality should be imposed upon with such a contrived making-especially from a religion that has had such a grave impact on western society over the last 20 years (the fatwa placed on Salman Rushdie by Ayatollah Khomeini, September 11^th, 7/7 bombings, the assassination of those involved with Rushdie’s Satanic Verses-namely two of his translators and an editor, the assassination of Theo Van Gogh for his Submission movie on the subjugation of women in Islam, the innumerable death threats and intimidation used by Muslim clerics in lieu of the Danish cartoon depiction of Mohommad-just to name a few). Nothing of the sort could ever take place in the middle-east, not merely just because of a lack of democracy, but also because they are a lot more shrewd and unscrupulous than the well-intentioned and progressive tendencies of the western world. Once stripped of religious tawdry and graduer, Islam is a pertinent example of a “my way or the highway” attitude-though many would contest this. This mess translates over into the West rather easily with many Islamic sympathizers and apologists taking the lead. When Salman Rushdie’s Satanic Verses was published, and quite rightly at that, not only did the cobwebbed genitals of Khomeini (this man deserves not one iota of my respect or anyone elses-he was an inciter of murder and utter hatred, a subjugator of free speech and a figure head for a slavishly misled cult) call for Rushdie’s murder, but he was even condemned in the United Kingdom. Rushdie was summoned to stand before  a prosecution  in lieu of what was labeled “blasphemous libel” during the time of publication. Fortunately, and clearheadedly, the magistrate denied such a request; leading to a ridiculous appeal to the high court. Then, in such atrocious circumstances, 13 barristers-all of Muslim faith-attempted, with futility, to have The Satanic Verses banned (Guardian 2012). Please bear with me for a minute as we ponder the kind of adverse implications this plea, if successful, would have had on the British legal system. We, surely, would be no better than Vlad Putin and the persecution of Pussy Riot for dissent in lieu of Russia’s current religious climate. This not only impresses upon the clout that Islam now has in the West, but also how they are hypocritical to claim that is a religion of peace and that Sharia law isn’t as extravagant as one may assume. If you speak ill of the prophet, of Islam, or even allude toward blasphemy-it is utter anathema and will not be tolerated for one second. Instances such as these make one question which side is actually holding the torch of intolerance.

There have recently been numerous cases of those of Muslim faith begrudging their employer for not accommodating their faith appropriately in the workplace and that the content offered by those chewin’ the fat in the workplace is unsuitable. This is just one of the many policies of the Islamic imposition-one of a fascist ideology bearded in religious text-that attempts to impose the conduct of policies upon those who were raised with liberal openness. If I were an employer, I wouldn’t care to have anyone pray 5 times a day whilst on the job; not because of which religion they were adhering to, but because this is something they are entitled to in their own time-otherwise, where do these concessions stop? Also, as an employer, I would feel compelled to beseech said party to rethink their dictum due to the arbitrariness of their prayer ritual considering that it was expected that one should only pray twice a day during the earliest years of Islam. 

Nothing has been bothering me

Read "This is Water" by David Foster Wallace. For a man of such plaintive tendencies and introspection, it doesn't come as a surprise that this essay (which was eventually orated toward a group of liberal arts students) was tantamount to the book of revelations. He taps into the unconscious and 'natural setting' of the mind, whilst offering alternative ways of thinking and scrutinizing mundane situations. Wallace has a way of mollifying the reader without actually mollifying them. He employs this tactic by first playing a pacifist in understanding said readers view, then by tenderly inserting his probing knowledge into said readers fertile mind. It is because of orations such as "This is Water", that I have temporarily lost inspiration as it is usually drawn from interminable rants and nagging prose about all of you stupid fucking people that don't read my blog because you're too busy overindulging your mind on Instagram and writhing your squirmy body in fists of gluey vaseline as you toss off to venereal disease on film (how stringent do you really believe the STD grooming of these porn 'stars' to actually be? I, for one, find it to be far fetched that an Adult film company named "BANG BROS" possesses the caliber and scruples to commit their 'stars' to an HIV test on a monthly basis). Anyhow, Bang Bros is neither here nor there and this post is irrelevant and redundant. Although, since I'm insufferably digressing to this point, what is with porn stars possessing this deluded view that they somehow have this inexplicable sexual allure? Jenna Jameson, you are attractive, but you've also had more dicks than lord Ganesh had hands on a good day. For that matter, you've had more dicks than any of the gods throughout India and Nepal had hands. You are, in layman terms, a whore. The only allure that is emitted through the sprouts of semen energy that emanate from your uterus is the idea that you would knock your boots off for a glass of cheap Chablis and a block of dark chocolate; the allure of the whore. The allure of the whore.

Manipulated salaries and false titles in the workplace

Management. It is for those few plebs that lay in the gritty grime of subordinate work in their grandmother's moth-ridden, woolen jumper that are the gullible ones. Titles such as 'management' and 'supervisor', or even 'assistant manager' are often covertly abused and contorted to mask the manipulative proclivities of businesses that are trying to "milk the cow". It is the sort of scenario that would make Chuck Palahniuk vomit bilious Arial font onto his latest irreverent rambling about work-aholism.

Scenario: Management position with catering service starting at a base salary of $50,000. Say that you're someone who has never had such prestige lapping the dried and torn ego hanging from your rosy dickhead and you're offered this position after attaining some arbitrarily chosen bachelor's degree. A base salary of $50,000 is akin to being scouted by a talent agency for an oddly placed mole on your face at this point. As this is full-time work, you assume that this is 40 hours per week. Well, there are 52 weeks in a year which therefore results in 50,000/52, which is then divided by 40. This transpires to be $24.00 per hour, which is a respectable income at this point in your life. You then receive your schedule and notice all of a sudden, they have scheduled you for 55 hours per week, with you being invariably exempt (doh!) from paid overtime due to this being an 'administrative' position. Suddenly, your income is actually $17.50 per hour. $6.50 less than originally provoked. It is a manipulative numbers game and a lot of businesses out there are cognizant of what they are doing in 'scouting' new talent with their unadulterated naivety and wide-eyed innocence. They will float prestigious sounding titles in your line of vision, whilst knowing they can pay you less, work you more, and generally invest in your training to avoid paying someone of vast expertise $10,000 extra per year (who would perhaps be more abreast on the politics of salaried incomes).

Next time you go out and blow your benjamins on a bespoke suit for your newly salaried position, as to impress the GM's and highbrow cunts, consider sponging as much as you can from a local homeless shelter as to treat the position with as much weariness as these companies treat your free time with.

Bret Easton Ellis and why his malevolent musings work today...

I have just started reading Lunar Park by Bret Easton Ellis, whose inimitable style of story telling speaks volumes to myself and many neurotic freaks like myself. The preface to the story is a first person narration by Ellis apropos to his first few published works, intermittent debauchery, being berated by feminists for American Psycho and his indifference toward his father after a bitterly volatile childhood. At one point during this seemingly acrimonious tirade, he somewhat reflected on something which I feel a lot of people can relate to; the feeling that your parent's mannerisms, views and general outlook rubs off on you to an uncomfortable level, therefore leaving you at a 4 year institution of high education surrounded by puerile dweebs with half-baked ideas/views and yourself...a young adult with the shadowing views of a 50 plus parent who has semi-retired and become fixated on neurosis. It is moments such as this, in the ramblings of an author like Ellis, that mark him as what I label an 'epiphany writer'. An epiphany writer is what I call someone that isn't so engrossed in a choc a bloc plot, but rather writing their story around their views. It is the ultimate form of narcissistic writing, wholly cathartic and undoubtedly the best. It is the sort of writing Fitzgerald would employ for his short stories (see The Smilers), beatniks authors would employ for their interminable prose (Kerouac never had a solid plot) and even George Orwell (Down and Out in Paris and London, Keep the Aspidistra Flying). Some authors can conflate both concepts and write a seemingly flawless piece of work such as with Palahniuk's Fight Club- those soaring monologues about consumerism and the marketing of a lifestyle and ultimately the marketing of a person create some pensive undertones toward the Hare Krishna's (no sense of self) and existentialism. Bret Easton Ellis has an extremely candid way of writing about his intangible subjects in his stories, with no room for leverage as far as their habits go. The more descriptive, crass, uncouth and filthy the scene can be, the better. I'm just waiting for a deep-fried tampon, freshly emerging from the hellish oil, to be shoved into a homeless woman's croaking vagina whilst amputating her gammy leg with a blunt Bic razor. Guess that scene would have been perfectly suited for Patrick Bateman's daydreams. American Psycho is the book I wish I had written. If you gave me the option of any piece of literary work, I'd claim that. Forget Salman Rushdie and his Satanic Verses and forget The Great Gatsby (which, by the way, I am fucking tired of people saying is their favourite book-see note below for mini rant on that). American Psycho for me exemplifies the angst people feel when they're at either an extremely precarious time in their life, or an exceptionally comfortable place. Either form of lifestyle has the potential to beget that feeling of aloofness from everyone and that precipice of emotional breakdown that rusts away the days into a listless time frame of "when does tomorrow start?" People will inevitably fall into a pattern of romanticizing about new friends, a different path and a re-inventive look. It is these traits that coping mechanisms such as escapism are borne out of, which Ellis encapsulates so well in American Psycho. Ellis had to employ effective undertones of misogynistic behaviour to convey Bateman's frustrations with his sycophantic girlfriend. He also had to employ the flows of volcanic violence to convey the disconcerting feelings the character is harboring in his day to day life. Anyone who is observant and introspective can relate to these feelings to a degree, unless of course, you have a 'smart' phone, a tablet, a laptop, a Netbook, a GPS, a Gigapet and a vibrator to shove up your ass at the end of this technological day of distraction (note: please try taking a uninterrupted shit next time your bowels start moaning and try to thread a worthwhile thought, rather than trying to avoid what humans are so apt at). It is in this story that Ellis continues to be such an excellent 'epiphany writer' and why early 20th century literature isn't satiating my tendencies for honest wordings of madmen. Therefore, Ellis's malevolent musings work today because they are a lot more relatable in the far-out, wide-eyed, cosmic mind fucking society that is being distracted by technology more than anything else. If you're on the outside of this numb movement to any degree, your mind will blunder into a warped reality of the sane and insane whilst the kettle boils the blood. I'm sure by the end of Lunar Park, I will have a greater respect for this revered author, whilst shedding more perspective onto my burgeoning angst in everyday life as I'm surrounded by 'the beautiful and the damned'.






See here: If you speak to the masses (yes, I know, that term is patronizing-which is why I use it), I won't say the consensus, but many people will herald and blow smoke out of their ass about how great The Great Gatsby was/is. Don't get me wrong, as far as Fitzgerald's novels go, this is an excellent one (although I prefer Tender is the Night), but the whole topic of the attainment of the American Dream, the segregation of classes with the whole East egg West egg hoopla, sounds like a the ramblings of a man who was reading the front page of a poncy newspaper whilst dipping his soldiers in literal eggs. Fuck literary analysis and all of the overtly bullish crap that is dictated regarding how this story should be perceived, because for me the best aspect of this story was a) the final monologue and b) the fact that Hunter S. Thompson emulated the entire story to grasp an understanding of Fitzgerald's formula, which I admire. As far as these teeny boppers, who claim that they understand this story and are all thrills about the ensuing re-release with Leo Dicaprio and soppy bollocks Toby Maguire, they need to go back to watching their Pretty Little Liars and continually obsess about the potential integration of vampires into society (having enough problems with immigration, don't start giving vampires any ideas). Also, what is with the reemergence of vampire culture? We had Buffy and we had a few universal flicks back in the cold war age, so why continue to torment us with Twilight, True Blood and all of these other mainstream, OMG can't wait for the sequel tripe? I personally repudiate the idea that there is any talent in that genre because it is a dead, farcical genre of been there, done that. The idea of exploiting the impressionability of younger people with good looking vampires seems to work, but teeters on the whole argument of would you fuck the vampire, or wouldn't you? Same with the ridiculous mermaid question: would you rather copulate with the top half of a woman (head, arms, torso) and bottom half fish, or would you rather copulate with the top half of a fish and the bottom half of a woman? What kind of a pointless, dead-end relationship are you in with this person who is asking such an idiotic question? What bothers me the most is that the person that poses this question is always cocksure of what the actual answer is. Obviously, in the apocalyptic situation where someone is fiercely waiving a gun at my temple and demanding I fuck this half woman/ half fish or vice versa, I'd slam the woman/fish because at least then I could do some foreplay and she has hands (I could also choke her to death, then severe her body and eat the fish part, whereas if it were the other way around, I'd be left with the fish head and what good would that be to me?). Therefore, I have no conclusion to what began as a rant about The Great Gatsby except that people who claim to love it also read 50 shades of Grey and Twilight, which implicitly implies that they have nothing exceptional to say to me.

The Islamic Republic of (not so Great) Britain

     If you were to peruse your local bookstore a few years ago, the political section would have been inclusive of some irreverent Jon Stewart book with inaccurate quotes on the back heralding the title as 'exceptional' (though, don't get me wrong, I enjoy his cheekiness). These days, in a more pertinent movement, one will find books encompassing the fluid turmoil that is surreptitiously permeating the clammy democracy of Western civilization: such as America Alone by Mark Steyn and another promising title named Londonistan by Melanie Phillips. Firstly, America Alone isn't what most stoic citizens, dazed in a vacuously poised position of erectile finger from dialing some instrument each day from 9-5, would describe as a vicious diatribe or an  immorally xenophobic piece of work. America Alone is a highly educated, insightful, cognizant man's exasperation toward a particular belief system which has evolved into a threatening body of incited hatred and furtive overpowering of Western democracy. Mark Steyn describes the lack of assimilation from radical Islamists, the vulnerability of moderate Muslims toward radicalism, the flagrant double standard that is created in lieu of 'multiculturalism' and a beautiful litany of what would be feasible options toward remediation. If anyone has ever been to east London, a block or two from Green street, then you would appreciate the unbridled influx of immigrants (some of who, but not all, have ill intentions toward the United Kingdom). As I saw when strolling down that street, a fleet of Muslims dressed in niqabs, protesting against other beliefs which continued without disruption. It is disgusting behavior to see in a country which has already been exploited both internally by its own people and externally by immigration with the exploitative propensities. Mark Steyn wipes away the curdled custard from the pie and reveals what really is happening in America Alone. Steyn quips witty labels to put the argument into perspective with the aptly Eurabia being ascribed to Europe. He also discusses how multiculturalism wont work with a said group of people who ultimately do not want to assimilate, but rather remain autonomous with the eventual desire to create the foundations toward a tyranny state under Sharia Law. He creates salient arguments and is so staunch in his views, that he could care less whether an irate pleb label him a racist, intolerant islamophobe or a flaking donkey's foreskin. Steyn understands the responsibility he has undertaken for his views, but also understands the importance of them in the Western world. It may only be himself, a few selective others (barring the BNP) and France who acknowledge this burgeoning trend of mass takeover. I got into a civil discussion with a friend a few months back regarding how the French have dealt with hijabs and niqabs, disallowing them in public. My friend obviously disagreed with this implementation as it opposes the concept of democracy (valid point), but I expressed national security as a valid reason for implementation. I understand that all of the hollering monkeys jump out of their seats at this 'cop-out/excuse/oh come onnnnn', but it is extremely valid. There has got to be a sense of national security as 9/11 and the 7/7 bombings both show, not to mention the failed bombings which succeeded the 7/7 bombings. Not only that, but what about everyday, mundane details. If you work in a bank, you feel safer knowing that there are surveillance cameras operating throughout the day. Now, add hijabs and niqabs to the equation and you have a video tape of a mysterious person in a matte black cloak. Well, let's narrow down who it could be: man or a woman, black/white/asian, fat/thin/medium build. In fact, based on the footage, we'd have to interrogate anyone with a religious connection with islam. Therefore, you have around 3 million Muslims in the United Kingdom to interrogate Mr. CID...better get started (but it's a good thing we have mass immigration, as to keep the benefit system healthy and let's not forget the general stimulation of the economy). The entire concept of CCTV would be redundant if more a more people were adhering to this dress code. This was why I believed the French had every right to do what they did, anyhow. I have yet to read Londonistan by Melanie Phillips, but am looking forward to another unrestrained extended commentary on an extremely pertinent situation which may be threatening our democracy. Finally, when it comes to the issue of mass immigration by radical islamists, I certainly am not looking for intolerance to the extent of violence, nor an ethnic cleansing, but just acknowledgement of a belief system which is taking full advantage of economic prosperity and cultural weakness toward the concept of being 'insensitive'. I will actually write an article, regarding this topic, with my own insights as a British citizen and why I feel people choose indifference over acknowledgement. In the meantime, feel free to comment you bunch of slovenly louts! 

"Ain’t nobody king in this country"

After any inevitably ensuing graduate (unless they're one of those gaudy, pseudo Van Wilder types) leaves the institution of 'learn-ed' individuals, they find themselves in the transition phase. The transition phase encompasses the fundamentals of learning + the ambition elicited by capitalism/conditioned environment, which will eventually lead to one of two prospects; either an invigorating career with fulfilling highlights such as sporadic bonuses, worthwhile stock in an auspicious company and at some point, an interoffice copulative marathon with some buxom whore who believes that by gagging your Neapolitan-coloured tricky stick in her mouth will further her career. The other, less propitious prospect, would be what I refer to as the 'Bukowski route'. pause, pause, pause, pause, pause. Now take a 20 minute break. Sorry about that delay, I was just allowing a momentary interim for the underachieving, overachieving supporters of Tom's footwear to berate God's cock of literary inquisition about how Bukowski was this and that and how everyone secretly just romanticizes about being an old, scraggly German bloke with a penchant for whiskey and fat women who can write a solid prose. Has your heart rate slowed yet? Okay, thank you. The Bukowski route is the realization that, as Charles Bukowski (or as his nom de plume would state, Henry Chinaski) would state, 


"our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides."

The 'gutters' are what lead us to the Monday to Friday, 9-5 monotony that lead to 39 year old women posting pictures of their bearded clam on Craigslist looking for a 'LTR' (which sounds like some kind of racing car, but is another one of the internet's lazy acronyms for Long Term Relationship). If said person cannot even be bothered to spell out long...term...relationship, let alone put a picture of her face (unless the prospective 'hubby' will be sleeping head to toe, therefore waking up to her bearded clam's breath, instead of her cock throat), then she is obviously not in the best of places in her life. This could also be referred to as 'the gutter'-thanks Bukowski, or Chinaski...ski ski ski skeet skeet skeet. Now, when a college graduate is approached by Mr. Omniscient who asserts the old "what do you really want to do?", the old chestnut "you are still young" and finally, "I know you will get a job"; these statements are not only severely unhelpful, but the "I know you will get a job" gem makes me want to gather together pointless titles such as Barista, vente and 'food expediter', create tangible icons for these titles (preferably manky fat women whose insecurities compel them to toss innocent cats into washing machines) and take the most mellifluous shit-piss in perfect synchronization in their mouths whilst vomiting the most bilious, abhorrent vomit onto their stomachs. The arrogance of these statements ("I know you will get a job"-it isn't a question of getting "a job", but "which job"). I don't mean to sound like an ungrateful, pompous college graduate because I understand that higher education is merely a 3-4 year period being droned out semester after semester, whilst is could realistically be completed in 2 years of arduous studying and cheaper financing options; fuck you higher education for making those without a certificate printed on bone feel inferior. Certificates and degrees, in their tangible forms, are a faux justification of thousands of dollars and potential STD's, whilst giving parents an excuse to buy new frames and new cars. The cap and gown is just as laughable, as is the italian scripture involved in these processes, the sudden amicable relationship that you have with your school after graduation (thanks for letting me graduate) and the fact that people buy into this societal compulsion of embracing a success that doesn't yet exist. Again, back to 'the gutters' point as I stated earlier, after graduating, unless you have a 'thanks Daddy' business to go into or a fall back option, you are merely in the gutter between the road to success, the road to nowhere and the pavement you have been sauntering along in a haughty blitz of youthful fucking and scantron testing. It is this gutter which makes me and other graduates in the same situation so uneasy. The Colleges wash their dicks of your feces and send you a few outstanding bills. All the while, you're sitting there like Dustin Hoffman from 'The Graduate", waiting for Anne Bancroft to come and supply you with a saucy form of escapism. On a final note, the whole "knowing what you want is half of the battle" quote should be left for b rate movies with Bollywood stars and Elijah Wood. I, just as many others, still don't know what I want, but I sure as hell don't want to take the 'Bukowski route' whilst quipping deadly cynical shite out of my mouth such as "Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink"- I think the 39 year old woman displaying her bearded clam on Craigslist would have been a perfect match for him. 

Mark Steyn: Eutopia, Limited

Eutopia, Limited