Sunday, December 10, 2006

Hip Gnosis

Hip Gnosis

We sit and watch a train wreck in the making before our eyes, this destructive course that Europeans are on, and we cannot do much but be sickened and horrified by it. The collision between two powerful forces is happening as we sit, and there is only a helplessness and sickness on our parts, there being nothing we can do to stop the coming carnage the Europeans so blithely watch with us. Europeans, though, don't seem to grasp the problem of the collision. They seem to be in a state of hypnosis, entranced by magi who play them for fun and the amusement of the elite at a Follies show.This hypnosis I rename "Hip Gnosis."

For those of us with a sadistic sense of humor, the situation in Europe must be highly entertaining. It has all the comic elements of the Roman arena, terrified peasants huddled together awaiting the lunge of lions who will rip them to pieces-- for the amusement of the crowd. Europeans sit in blissful and stupid ignorance as the rest of us try to shout warnings they cannot hear. Those in the loge seats laugh their heads off, no doubt. All that one can suggest to account for the bewildered stupidity of the Europeans is hypnosis.

I call this European state of stupor "Hip Gnosis" to call attention to the fact that most Europeans seem to think they are morally superior to all other people, too hip for the crowd of red-neck Yankees and Republican imperialists who don't know the difference between the long-stemmed wine glass and the short-stemmed. Europeans seem to be caught up in a state of -- which?-- moralistic nihilism or nihilistic moralism? All of it is nothing more than a hideous pose of poor actors, of sleepwalking creatures guided by the most evil miscreants of our time, the gnostic fascist dhimmis of the Left. Yes, the gnostic elites have hypnotized the vast majority of Europeans. Even Toto can figure out this scam; but Europeans, so addicted to their hipness and moral superiority, a bit of a limp after the past century, are determined to play out this hypnotic ritual, knowing, (they must,) that yesteryear's white and red fascists are today's gnostic Left fascists. But it's so hip to say the gnostic lines.

The lions? Well, they too are part of Nature, besides, they won't hurt us because we gave to Greenpeace. We're hip, we're gnostic.

I call it Hip Gnosis.


truepeers said...

When Nicky performs the hip gnosis, the Bonapartistes all get Sarkosis!

dag said...

Muslims and Leftists aren't allowed to make jokes or criticise their rulers. We've won already.

Urban_Infidel said...

If you have a moment, please visit my blog and check out my coverage of the brave protestors in:
Crash of the Lynne Stewart 'Gloat Party'

We crashed Lynne Stewart's 'GLOAT PARTY' last night at the Judson Memorial Church downtown across from Washington Square Park. It was a rousing affair to say the least and it came as a complete surprise to the Lynne Stewart folks who were throwing her a celebration called 'Ode to Joy and Struggle' thanking everyone for their support over the 4 years during her trial and also to 'unite for the struggle ahead'. 'Struggle' they say? As in 'Mein Kampf' maybe? As in 'jihad' too perhaps..?

Anonymous said...

oooo, that hurt. But in defense, as a 'european' (? bollocks, I'm English), you have this view only because those 'voices' are all you hear. T'is all that is allowed to be heard. But they not only don't represent the majority of us, they don't outnumber us either. One day, despair not, we take it and yes we take some more, appearing weak, and then one day... we have enough. And boy, watch out. What is said in the media is NOT being said in homes up and down the country.
However, this is not to deter you from future criticism, it is after all constructive. And might amplify the 'other' voices.

dag said...

Lynne Stewart? Oh, where's my barf bag?

But at least you got to a nice part of town, even if the weather sucks this time of year. I'm guessing thqat the wrap party Stewart went to afterward was held around Thomkins Park. We here in Vancouver, Canada have an area and a crowd of poverty pimps akin. Our fight is alway the same, here, in Manhattan, in East Kent.

Good on yer, mate.

dag said...

In what now seems like another lifetime I used to live in Kensingtom Chelsea close on to Embassy row. It ain't the England of Sidcup, my last residence there. No, there are many Englands, and there are currents we don't see from over the pond. In spite of all our major differences we are still closely related, and swe are still with you. Milton is American as much as he is English. And Wren, and Henry the Eighth. So too are Racine and Goethe. We are obviously different, from each other and from ourselves for that matter. But our divisions are what make us possible as people who can experience each other as worthwhile.

No, I'm not confusing the majority of
English with the Left. I know them, the ones who hate me for chanting at their idiot rallies:

Manchester! United!
Will never be defeated!

Los Anglos! Unito!
Will always win!

callieischatty said...

I just don't picture the english crashing and burning.
My grandmother was british, one thing I know for sure is 'there will always be an England".