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Monday, June 27, AD 2016

 

 

Christopher Johnson at Midwest Conservative Journal brings us this sad Brexit tale:

 

Tom Whyman, a lecturer in philosophy at the University of Essex, explains the British departure from the European Union in The New York Times.  It was all those Neanderthals with whom he’s forced to live:

Alresford is my personal hell.

We are not used to thinking that a place like this — a pleasant town with a pretty center — might actually be hell. There is almost no poverty and only the occasional act of violence. There are good schools, a range of shops, a heritage railway. In fact, it’s somewhere that a lot of people, apparently, actively want to live: Houses in the center easily sell for upward of a million pounds. (What they will cost once the vote to leave the European Union makes the economy crater remains to be seen.)

But dig below the surface, and you will find the demons crawling. You can see them in the looks that residents give you when they pass; sneering snobs glaring down their noses with entitlement; small-minded townies, bullying you with eyes that you recognize from the primary school lunchroom; the old people, 80 and above, wearing blank stares. You can hear it in their bothered tutting at the bus stop (especially if they ever hear a visitor mispronouncing the name of the town), the shots that constantly ring out from across the countryside as they set about murdering as many of the local pheasants as they can.

Since my late teens, every effort I have ever exerted has been with the intention of escaping Alresford. And yet, I am an early-career academic and so I am forced to move back, every summer, to live with my parents because I cannot afford to pay rent elsewhere after my temporary teaching contract ends. Then, sometimes, I think: What if I’m actually secretly comfortable here? What if I have chosen the security of death in Alresford over the risks of life elsewhere? What if I am in fact fully in the clutches of Alresfordism?

Even if I’d managed to cast my vote, it would have been pointless. The Remain campaign didn’t just lose by my vote, we lost by more than a million. Britons wanted to make our world smaller. They wanted to make it more like Alresford. As far as I can tell, they are going to get exactly what they wanted.

All I can do is look out at the nature from the window of my room in Alresford. I’m from here, so I can’t be sure whether or not this is just another type of nihilism, but I think: Well, if all this nature is bigger than us, then I want it be get even bigger. I want it to become so big that it will consume all of our smallnesses, invalidate them, smother them out. Not just Alresford. I want a demented, throbbing, fecund nature to overrun this whole country, to overturn the wretched consequences of the laws that we have, in our stupidity, set for ourselves.

And there it is.  People who love their country, despite its faults and sins, and respect and revere its national traditions are xenophobic, exclusionary racists.

Or whatever the next invented leftist epithet turns out to be.

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  • A philosophy lecturer who believes shooting a pheasant is murder; yeah, living next to this idiot would be hell.

  • When visiting Mott North Dakota I succumbed to…yes, murdering a pheasant. Not one mind you..but a mass shooting. I wasn’t even using an assault weapon. I went mad with bloodlust.

    After eating the birds I wasn’t the bit remorseful.

    Yeah Ken…. living next to that guy would be hell. ?

  • *squirms uncomfortably* I can remember being that… oblivious.
    I think I was fourteen, I fear it lasted until at least sixteen, but….does this guy have zero idea that he should do some self-examination?
    He lectures on philosophy, for heaven’s sake– can’t he apply a little of it?

  • Uh. I teach. And I have never moved in with family for the summer. The fact that this guy lets his parents support him every summer & is content with that says all we need to know about his need to be coddled and provided for. Seems like he is the type of guy who is perfectly happy with someone else making decisions from him from afar. What self hatred he expresses. Maybe if he would take a 2nd job or a summer job, it would impower him to the point that he wouldn’t hate his own heritage nor himself quite so much.

  • “When visiting Mott North Dakota I succumbed to…yes, murdering a pheasant. Not one mind you..but a mass shooting. I wasn’t even using an assault weapon. I went mad with bloodlust.

    After eating the birds I wasn’t the bit remorseful.”

    ———————–

    BBBAAAHHHAAA

    Murdered pheasants make some of the most gloriously beautiful stuffed trophies I have ever seen in my life. Maybe we could send him a couple for his enjoyment–one for his home where he teaches & one for his summer “room” at his parents’ home. ???

  • “A philosophy lecturer who believes shooting a pheasant is murder; yeah, living next to this idiot would be hell.”

    Indoctrination by the animal rights extremists who truly believe that to kill a pig is to kill a human. If I walked around seeing humans eating “murdered” creatures everywhere, I might be as miserable as this guy is, too.

  • The comments on the article are truly entertaining. BBBAAAHHHAAA

  • It would be better if those guys, suffering from the comfort of unearned provision, could realize that they are Not Suffering, the comfort of their parents home and environs is Not Hell. Their liberal conscience makes them want to identify with the real suffering in the world, but they can’t think how to apply that angst and make it bring about solutions. So they carry on, pull up their socks and fret over the racism and stinginess of those who do provide.

  • Economically prosperous and virtually crime free, but the locals occasionally look at him funny?

    Yep, sounds like Hell-on-Earth to me: God forbid the rest of Britain or the rest of the world become like that.

    Leftists, I find, tend to consider subjective, shadowy problems like “I feel unfulfilled” or “I feel marginalized” as far outweighing objective, substantive advantages like “I don’t have to worry about being mugged coming home from work” or “I can afford a nice house and an expensive education for my ungrateful brat of a son.”

  • “What I did for my summer vacation”: Go teach at a village school (if there is one) in a central African country with those wide open nature spaces. Then come back to Alresford and write a comparison and contrast paper on Alresford and Little Bwogadoudou.
    I bet bangers and mash with even mushy peas beats out cows blood, grubs, and local cheese curdled with cow urine…..and the intestinal parasite you brought home with you is just a little souvenir of the good life below the Equator.

  • Yup. A collateral miracle here is that the mask is slipping …

  • If little Tom Wyman thought the looks his fellow villagers were giving him before
    were bad, just imagine what they’re like now.

    I just feel bad for the fool’s parents– they still have to live with all of the people
    their son so publicly insulted. All of the village now knows what a smug little
    twit they raised. How embarrassing.

  • I live in Brooklyn ( but NOT ultra-liberal Park Slope , Williamsburgh or Brooklyn Heights ) . With that effete self indulgent attitude we’d have him for lunch and spit out the pits. Big surprise, the ” compassionate” left hates the human race and wants us to be replaced with dumb animals that they can control .

  • Greg Gutfeld went on a Twitter rant about how the elites are reacting to the Brexit compared to the collapse of Venezuela. It’s very good. Maybe Tom Whyman could summer there? Find out whether hell really is other Britons?

  • the shots that constantly ring out from across the countryside as they set about murdering as many of the local pheasants as they can.

    Shooting pheasants is murder to him; shooting peasants is probably OK with him if they voted Brexit.

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