I had a dream last night that the British upper class, where men are concerned, is psychologically defined by the practice of pederasty in its Public Schools. This is a long term fact, known to all members of this elite club, and spoken of by none, because doing so would mean instant rejection from the class.
And it felt like they VALUED it, perhaps the way the Spartans valued their own such practices, and felt that British SOCIETY, as a whole–the pubs and bobbies and tea time–depended on it.
But British society is collapsing, is it not? “Britain”–England, in any event–is dying. It is on a respirator in a poorly maintained hospital, calling for nurses, who are indignant about being bothered, indifferent to the plight of the patient, and eager for him to die.
They used to sing “Rule Brittania”. Now “Brittania” can’t even rule itself at home.
If I am right, it is past time for the truth to be told. A new start must be made on a new foundation.