Pity the young

Earlier I wrote about how I don’t mind aging.

The world’s bizarre reaction to the pandemic has reinforced this notion.

Life is a bit depressing at the moment. If you’re still chipper, you haven’t been paying attention. Hint: this shit is never going to end.

Softening the blow for me is that I’m middle-aged and have already tasted the fruits of freedom when I was young enough to fully enjoy them. I lived overseas, travelled to many countries and was able to drop home once or twice a year to visit family.

That sort of life will not be possible from now on. I know some of you think it will. I need make no argument except: wait and see. Travel from now on will be expensive and highly restricted. Mostly for the rich.

I experienced a youth of eating out, hanging with friends at the pub and never once being forced to wear a dehumanizing mask. I didn’t appreciate it at the time because it never crossed my mind that in a future dystopia all this would come to an end.

From now on, the privileges of going out or bare-facing will be on-again-off-again and will involve internal passports, contact tracing and mandatory masking every time there’s a bad flu, norovirus or other nasty bug going around.

I also saw a period of genuine free speech. You used to be able to say almost anything here or on Twitter or Facebook. These days even a sitting US President can be banned for expressing non-approved opinions and the big players are doing all they can to destroy alternative platforms.

What’s the best age to be now we’re entering this lame and clownish dystopia? I envy the Silent Generation we are hobbling our society to protect: they enjoyed the long, post-war economic boom and lived just long enough to see The End (for those oldies with a strong narrative sense). I pity those who declined and died alone and confused in nursing homes during lockdown, which was for their own good, but up until that sad end they had a pretty good run.

Note to self: if you find yourself dying a miserable death, try to appreciate the good times you had.

The next luckiest group are the Boomers, whose only disadvantage vis-a-vis the Silents is that their twilight years will be tightly restricted and some of them, perhaps half, will resent the fact.

Then comes my own group, Gen X. Oh well. At least we had some good times. Fantastic times. Now we need to creep into some quiet refuge for the second half of our lives, somewhere with good WiFi for when we’re locked down for months at a time (yes there will, wait and see). We are just old enough to be comfortable staying home for long periods, and for those of us who are not, at least we can reminisce about happier times.

The young cannot even do that.

For Millennials and, much more so, Zoomers, life ended before it began. Those who are children today will have no memory of freedom. Theirs will be a life of long periods under house arrest, limited and very expensive travel, internal passports, curated speech and many further impositions that Big Mother will continue to dream up throughout their lives.

The saddest thing of all about the Zoomers, the thing that makes me wonder if our society is worth saving, is that most of them don’t care. Surveys show they’ve liked lockdown, don’t miss their friends (if they had any) and are opposed to freedom of speech. Born to the screen, they rarely went outside anyway and were never comfortable with in-person socialization.

Self-aware Zoomer The Flaming Eyeball wrote an excellent piece on the pathologies of this group but it appears to have disappeared.

This is how the West ends: from Socrates, Shakespeare and Neil Armstrong to an obese, depressed and gender-confused virgin getting you fired from his mum’s basement.


I’m glad my life is already half-done (if I’m burdened with my three-score and ten).

How odd that in my twenties I looked up advice on healthy eating, tried to consume plenty of olive oil in the assumption that the older me would be thankful. I’m not. I don’t care. If I must live then being healthy is better than being sick but it’s no biggie to me whether I live to 70 or 90. In fact, I’m starting to think 70 might be better.

For those of us who’ve tasted sweet, sweet freedom and whose hearts still pump the red blood of our ancestors, life in the New Normal is barely worth living. It is not even really life. It is sitting in a room and remembering what life used to be. My only motivation is writing stories based on what life experience I got to have. Once that is expended, I don’t know what I will do.

I have no death-wish. Rather, I no longer have a strong life-wish. The good bit is over; the future is Brazil but dumber.

For others, the old blood was gone long before lockdown, replaced with soy and corn syrup. They don’t want freedom and think it’s selfish that anyone else does.

I would rather die shaking the iron bars and shouting at the guards than sitting quietly in the corner being politely grateful for all the interesting stuff I can see out the window.


I wondered the other day, what if this madness had hit earlier in my life?

Childhood: disaster. I was socially awkward from the start and forced interactions at school, in sport etc. are what turned me into a functional human being. I would have stalled if held at home for many months and I’d be even weirder than I turned out.

Teenage years: I would have loved lockdown between the ages of 13-16 because my school was a dangerous place. As not much learning was taking place anyway, I doubt much harm would have been done.

When I came out of my shell in later teen years, lockdown would have devastated my nascent blossoming. As always, lockdowns hurt those already vulnerable.

The same goes for my university years. I desperately needed to get out of the house as much as possible during those years and a lockdown would have been a serious setback.

Imagine if borders had closed just before I first planned to fly to Japan many years ago. That would have changed my life in a huge way, and not in a good way.

Imposed at any later moment in my life, lockdowns may have cut into my savings, left me stranded away from family at critical moments, or not had much effect at all depending on where I was at the time and what I was doing.

Thinking about it now, I can see that there are certain moments in my life when lockdowns could have been a fatal blow.

As it happened, the storm came when I was best able to withstand it.

I encourage readers to consider how lockdowns and other restrictive policies may have impacted you if imposed when you were were younger. If lockdowns work, should the young have such obligations of self-sacrifice to the old? And what obligations do the old have to the young?


Tales from a happier time. My review is here.

15 comments

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  2. RMIV · April 21

    there’s never been a better time to have skills conducive to self-sustaining production and communities of folk willing to do without material comforts. like the Beartaria Times app has been pretty illuminating on this point showing what people can do in places like Beartaria & Ursa Rio. i think both places are in northern Idaho.

    fortunately the cities still think the rural are idiots. i find this a pleasing perspective coming from them. they’d rather relegate themselves to their 40K hive cities as increasingly Matrix-like pod people.
    like you say, we’ll see what happens. however there is so much to life that simply does not require one of their super gay vaccine passports or any submission to their faggy narrrative.

    many zoomers are actually quite opposite of your description, they are not a monolith in that regard. i know you are not a Christian yet many zoomers are. far more so in fact than my own millenial generation. several times i might’ve gone down a pathway that would leave me effectively trapped within these present psychotic worldly conditions. fortunately my religious curiosity intervened and diverted me from continuing both my previous military service and university education. i won’t tell you it was certainly divine providence, very possibly i was only stupidly lucky. i don’t know.

    as far as what these young owe to their old? the young owe it to themselves and their future children to discern the evil of their elders, speak out against it even at personal cost (what do they really have to lose anymore), and they owe it to their elders to be honest with them about the retarded and evil things that they do. the old have an obligation (which they failed in) to be right and do right for their families and their children, to speak out against evil & wrongdoing amongst themselves at personal cost (which they demonstrably will not do). the elders of the zoomers, millenials, and Gen X are that gory picture of Saturn eating his own children, probably out of a psychotic fear of becoming working class or something.

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  3. Marriagesexandmore · April 22

    As a Gen Xer, could not have said it better myself. I can’t see the point of living life this way long term. I cannot understand those who embrace it. Or even those who shrug and accept it as their new normal. There is no fight or fire in them and I see them as exactly who the powers that want. You are right, if you lived a life of freedom, true freedom, not this BS we are currently enduring, I do not see how you see this as okay. Unfortunately, we are in the minority… I live in Florida and we are pretty free here. No masks etc… But all it takes is one election stolen and a new Governor could ruin this too. The bad part is knowing it’s just a matter of time.

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  4. luisman · April 22

    […This is how the West ends: from Socrates, Shakespeare and Neil Armstrong to an obese, depressed and gender-confused virgin getting you fired from his mum’s basement. …] brilliant.

    One speech from Obama comes to mind, where he argued “you didn’t build that”. Unfortunately he used it in a communist mindset. I was wondering why the boomers (my gen) do not defend a free internet, even though that was basically the only new thing their generation built. But then I remember that very very few people in my generation did that, a couple of thousand people in this world were actually able to design, build and manufacture computers, write software and create the networks. Most of the population in the 80’s thought, “and what would that be good for?”.

    The boomers and later generations didn’t have to fight for or put extreme efforts into what exists now. Some feel that they contribute to it, by regulating the abundant freedoms these computer hippies/nerds created. You appreciate what you worked for, what you fighted for, “what you’ve built”. All the generations after the boomers barely had to work, didn’t have to fight and built nothing. I think that’s why so many fight for LGBTsomething, genderistix, climate woowoo. They need something to fight for, even if doesn’t make sense. This may play out for another 20 or so years.

    But there will come a breaking point, when there are too many people who have nothing left to loose. Most will then crawl under a rock, but there will be many who will start fighting with a vengeance. Nothing left to loose means, they won’t care if it costs their life. And I think we have to have a generation, which wins a fight and will be proud of what they built. I don’t expect many boomers to join the fight, but most of the GenX should.

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  5. luisman · April 22

    Reblogged this on Nicht-Linke Blogs.

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  6. Klaus · April 22

    Old fu*ker here. Not really on topic but…

    I envy the Silent Generation we are hobbling our society to protect: they enjoyed the long, post-war economic boom and lived just long enough to see The End (for those oldies with a strong narrative sense).

    I’ve thought about that as well. My Mum and Aunt were fan-AT-ically pro-American and lived through the 50’s there. I’m flatout glad that they haven’t seen what’s become of the US.

    The decline, for me, is most obvious with Hollywood. Almost all my life I’ve loved going to the flicks but even if foreigners don’t know the US, all they have to do is to YouTube films coming out soon. I was never interested in, “Out Of Africa” or “Brokeback Mountain” (erky perky!) but, having watched a few minutes of them, they were “real” films, like, “The Patriot” or, “The Hunt for Red October”.

    Finally, to your question about obligations to the young – to me it’s obvious. You remember the mistakes you made and try to (ever-so-gently) kick ’em in the bum. Even if it’s small things like: eat well, lift and save money. Hell, just “be there” for them. I dunno – patience and love. When they act or say something completely stupid, you remember the opinions you had, at that age.

    Keep up the good work.

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  7. JaXX · April 22

    Mate… you make me feel depressed…

    All of what you talked about has been predicted; often to a frightening detail.

    I recommend you read Hans Herman Hoppe’s ‘Democracy – the God that Failed’.

    So what is the solution?

    Withhold consent.
    Do your own thing.
    Don’t vote for the Uniparty – best thing to do is not to vote at all.
    Seek out a like-minded community, grow your own food, boycott Facebook, Twitter, Google.

    There will be a crisis. That much is a given. But what comes after is still open.
    Let us make the Atlas shrug.

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    • Nikolai Vladivostok · April 22

      I realize this and upcoming posts are dark so on May 3 there will be an article called Hopium in which I try to find positives. It is not my intention to blackpill others.

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      • ray · April 24

        Speaking the truth about the Plandemic etc. is not darkness. It is light.

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  8. dickycone · April 22

    “If I must live then being healthy is better than being sick but it’s no biggie to me whether I live to 70 or 90. In fact, I’m starting to think 70 might be better.”

    “For those of us who’ve tasted sweet, sweet freedom and whose hearts still pump the red blood of our ancestors, life in the New Normal is barely worth living.”

    I agree with you that this will never end, and I too am glad that I got to experience the freedom you talk about when I was young. Wandering through Latin America or a big European city, chatting up a pretty girl in a broken version of her language, just living in a world that seemed exciting and full of endless possibilities, the opposite of our current life under Big Mother, as you so aptly put it.

    Now I only go out a few times a week to get food and my world is my small house and my wife and my children, but I love life no less than I did when I was in my twenties and thirties. I actually love it more in most ways, in spite of the insanity and stupidity outside, and I hope to live to at least 100.

    The difference between you and me is Jesus Christ, of course. I have him in my life. You don’t, but in the years I’ve been following you, it often seems like you’re getting closer to him. You rarely attack Christianity anymore, and I haven’t seen you pat yourself on the back for cleverly declaring yourself a Satanist in years. Your novel actually contains one of the most beautiful homages to God that I can recall reading, albeit through the eyes of someone who struggles to believe, as I once did.

    I hope you get there eventually and have God and family in your life like I do, rather than drowning yourself in the hope of oblivion when you get old as you once said was your plan. Pretty much everything but God and family is ultimately vanity, as Ecclesiastes says. I know it sounds cliched, but I’ll pray for you.

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    • ray · April 24

      ‘The difference between you and me is Jesus Christ, of course. I have him in my life.’

      I have Father and King Jeshua in my life too. And in me. But I sure don’t want to live to 100. I do my best in this world but I hate it. Increasingly. I understand what Nik is saying. As he sees the world more for what it really is, he becomes more estranged from it. In his particular circumstance, I think that realistic and spiritually healthy. In your circumstance, I find your attitude also healthy. I don’t think you love the world so much, but do love your family.

      If Nik or anybody else pursues after the truth vigorously enough, he or they inevitably will end up at the Truth. Capital T.

      Therefore I am optimistic about his spiritual prospects.

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  9. Maniac · April 22

    I qualified for my L2C a year or so ago and purchased a .38. I also bought some emergency food packages for my Dad and I recently.

    Not really a good way to live, yet here we are.

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  10. ray · April 24

    Lockdown, and Covid Hysteria in general, is a planned and concerted attack on masculinity, as it restricts every possible type of freedom, which is highly valued by (strong and normal) men, but not by women.

    Life under Big Mother seeks to stamp out every masculine impulse and joy, and replace it with her rules (which are often optional for her). The name of the new religion is Safety.

    I grew up in the Fifties. We were lower-middle class, in a typical midsize town, a tough but decent town. During summer we left the house after breakfast, and returned from our explorations of the outdoors at dinnertime, mebbe five minutes for lunch. We went where we wished. The men of the local towns, usually men affiliated with one church or another, ran the towns . . . not the Feminist Fed and the nanny bureaucracies of the states, as is now the case.

    Boys now have little concept of freedom, independence, and masculinity, and that’s just how the hive, and how our rulers, like it. Weak men, men cut off from the protections and guidance of their dads, are compliant men who will not resist the Politburo. Indeed, as we’ve seen with Antifa, these stunted men will lead the Politburo’s assaults against freedom, dissent and masculinity.

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