It seems to me, that I ought to have learnt Hungarian, rather than Latin or ancient Greek, at university. Why? Because learning Latin and ancient Greek, in Britain 2022 is a complete and utter waste of time. Didier warned me about it. He said, "Max, if you become a scholar, you will be extremely marginalised." This is absolutely true. Tonight, for example, at Hades, the oompa loompa happened to mention dragons. I explained that the regular noun dragon stems from the ancient Greek noun drakon and that, depending on how it is translated, means either a snake, or a large snake, or a mythical beast. I cited Apollonius of Rhodes (one which I thought they might be familiar with, being unlettered, untutored and completely ignorant of bookish learning, their only access to classical culture being through popular culture). Alas, this was met with derision and scorn, because, well, that's what you do with a master's degree in classical studies in Dark Age Britain: get the piss taken out of you while you slave away under Eastern European bullies, gangsters and tyrants. This is not a civilised country, even if it pretends (and pretends very well) to be. The British have no stomach for a fight. They have no balls, which is precisely why everyone's on strike retrospectively, because they haven't stood up for their rights, until it's too late already. The French, however, do have balls, cajones, guts. Moreover, when the French say they'll offer you a job, they actually mean it (which is completely unlike the British: having no honour, but merely deception and base intimidation, no different to the brainless thugs I work under).
In any case, I very much doubt that studying law here, in Dark Age Britain, will lead anywhere. Why? How? Because I've been studying for twelve years already, and I am far worse off, here, now, than ever I was before I began studying. That's okay too. I am the meanest most basest slave that ever subsisted in this once, formerly great nation. But it's alright. Why? Because there is nothing the French like more than a rebel Briton. The French take any opportunity to poke holes in Britain, to inflame and exaggerate any of Britain's flaws. Do you think, that with three degrees, one with an intimate familiarity in UK law, I would be mopping floors, cleaning the gunk out of pans, and at the behest of Eastern European thugs if I lived in France? Absolutely not. Even without three pieces of paper (which are no better than toilet roll, here, now, in Dark Age Britain, having no significance whatsoever except as a form of ridicule and inverted snobbery by my 'learned' colleagues) I do well in France. Why? Because I've been there, and done it, degrees or no degrees. Moreover, I'm polite, hard working, talented, good with languages, compassionate, kind, mindful, respectful: all these traits mean less than nothing here, in Dark Age Britain, for it is a nation of beggars, paupers and slaves. For evidence of this, we need look only to one of the keystone authors of legality, Charles de Montesquieu. In his Esprit des lois he writes, "As education in monarchies tends to raise and ennoble the mind, in despotic governments its only aim is to debase it. Here it must necessarily be servile... Every tyrant is... a slave." (trans. Thomas Nugent, 2020 [1748], p.60 [The Spirit of the Laws]).
In the illustrious history of mankind, there are very few instances when a well educated slave is worth less than an uneducated slave. Yet this is Dark Age Britain. The natural order here is inverted, the exact opposite of what it should be. If you don't believe me, I would urge you to read The Secret Barrister's works. This is clear cut evidence, that Britain is run by crooks, for crooks. In one book I own, there was a very famous gangster. He killed a lot of people for money. On the day of the trial in which he was acquitted he said, "British justice? Best in the world: if you can afford it."
There is another issue, at Hades. There's this guy who has split up with his missus relatively recently. He wants back in. He says he's from Burma (Mayanmar) but according to the testimony of others, he's a Chinaman. It doesn't actually matter (much) to me where he's from: that's for the Home Office to decide. Anyway. The bigger thug (Captain Bligh's older sibling) tried to 'push' me to move in with him. I said no, offering my best friend a place instead (the lady from Carthage). She said no. The upshot is that I have been homeless for a very long time. Moreover, this older thug will turf anyone out at the drop of a hat. I have seen him fire a guy that's worked for the company for five years in an instant, over something trivial. In addition, another employee, that has worked there for the best part of two decades was fired just the other day, again over something most trivial. These people do not have the capacity to reason. They are more brutish beasts than human beings, scarcely out of the trees. Would I trust my home, my life, little Ronulus and all, to him, that would simply let go of a person that had given twenty whole years to the company, over something which irritated him at that particular moment (such as a word spoken in haste or the failure to apologise for being merely ten minutes' late? [Which were the causes of these people being fired]). No no no no no no. In my world, I rely on reasonable lines of argument, unbias, compassionate, considerate, like a judge, but never some brutish gangster (his dog is actually named 'gangster' by the way, which gives you an idea of what he is like as a person) that would drop you over something so very frivolous, merely because he is impatient and unwilling to listen to the voice of reason.
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