Śūdrafication in the Yookay

Ignore, exceed, overcome

A brigade of Impossible Garys© and Impossible Trevors© approach the landing zone, ready to assault the problem of insipid economic growth.

Morgoth suggested that I offer an opinion on the “Yookay” phenomenon and I was happy to oblige. Regular readers will be aware of my interest in the process of ‘involution’ - a theory of the spiritual decline of civilisations. Over time, political authority descends through the four principle castes, leading to a progressive loss of higher functions as the social organism becomes decadent and geriatric. Towards the end of the cycle we witness the death of individuality; of human interiority and privacy, and the collapse into pre-personal, collective forms of life. Humanity is reduced to the state of a domestic animal and knows nothing beyond the endless toil associated with the lowest caste - what the ancient Hindus called the ‘Śūdra’.

In his most recent article, Morgoth discussed the hopeless attempt to manufacture a uniform, synthetic English identity, something completely divorced from the unique ancestral qualities that are the foundation of an ethnic group:

the final vainglorious cope for the centre-right is to create a vegi-burger incarnation of the English, a “Beyond English” identity akin to Quorn or Uncle Bill’s Franken sausages made out of 3-D printed slurry.

My immediate response to this banger was to fall into a reverie about the legions of Impossible Garys© from Eritrea pitching up on the southern coast - the lost tribes of Albion returning home at last. I think we could do this. I think we could have ostentatiously dressed Black Albionites riding around on penny farthings announcing that they’re descended from Harold Godwinson through bass-heavy PA systems.

But then I snapped out of it, because I remembered that bants is illegal now, and I was forced to disavow my internal monologue in its entirety. It’s not my fault. I used to pick up black supremacist pirate radio stations driving through Harlesden back in the day. They MKUltra’d me. Fifteen years ago I found out that white people were cross bred with monkeys. Is this English identity?

But I digress. This attempt to reduce and homogenise Englishness is entirely consistent with the theory of involution. It is the politics of an “exciting economic zone”, not a free nation with its own destiny and a higher purpose. For a people subjected to mass economics, mass surveillance and mass migration, the only plausible outcome is the death of human interiority and privacy; a pre-personal, collective form of life scratched out amongst the crumbling infrastructure of a formally advanced civilisation. This is Śūdrafication, plain and simple.

‘UK’ is the officially sanctioned abbreviation for Śūdrafied Britain. The poetry of the bureaucrat may not be the most lyrical, but it keeps a rigorous meter - YooEssAy, EeYoo, GeeEyt, YooEn, EyeEmEff. The United Kingdom, which is neither united, nor a kingdom, is a place where the natives have been ushered away from a profound and organic sense of self-identification. Anything exclusive and mysterious is completely out of the question. We are limited to corporate team building exercises like ‘Cool Britannia’, ‘platty jubes’, ‘our NHS’, ‘controlled spontaneity’; tolerance, inclusion, human rights. In my view the most exquisite example of this cardboard flavoured Newspeak is Teem GeeBee - the Olympics brand from the early 2000’s, when the nation presented itself to the world as a relatively jolly and politically correct sports club rather than a forced labour camp.

The Yookay/UK phenomenon, with its double spelling and its singular pronunciation, floats above Śūdrafication of Britain. The variant spellings are ways of identifying one another, ways of communicating something in code. They are propaganda weapons, mythic anchors, neatly packaged abstractions of reality. Most ironically of all, they are modes of tribal group identification.

Yookay/UK is a magic two-sided mirror, which sits between a pair of aggrieved parties, one tacitly aligned with Śūdrafication, one actively opposed. The mirror reflects back to each of them what they want to see.

The aligned faction sees the UK - they see the utopian mythos of the post-war occupation government - tolerance, equality, universal human rights; a social structure with no ambitions above the economic; a universal, limited morality which is open to everyone, but which is suspicious of anything vigorous, spontaneous and unique. The more that Śūdrafication advances, the more the mirror reflects the mythos back. The more that reality contradicts the utopian priors, the more urgent the realisation of the mythos becomes. The aligned faction adopts the psychology of a paranoid sovereign. As the social organism declines, the mythos becomes the only thing left to hold onto, and the evil of the non-aligned faction multiplies accordingly. The mirror says that Śūdrafication isn’t happening, and its a good thing that it is.

The non-aligned faction sees the Yookay - they see the consequences of the post war occupation government; all neatly packaged into an online phenomena - compilations, an aesthetic, an in joke for those in the know. The mirror reflects a concentrated form of civilisational decline. It is a perverted thrill to spectate upon Śūdrafication, knowing that the other faction is responsible for the disaster. This is a passive, resentful disposition - the term Yookay is literally a reaction to the term UK - Yookay is a heckle from the gallery. The worse things get, the more righteous the non-aligned faction becomes. But concentrated Yookay aesthetics burn a persistent pattern onto the soul. The more you gaze into the void, the more it gazes back into you. Yookay is a dangerous compound. Demoralising. To reflect it back into the world is to choke beauty, and to accelerate Śūdrafication. The mirror says that Śūdrafication is happening, and its a good thing it isn’t your fault.

Ultimately, a moment of creative destruction is approaching. The civic religion of the UK will not survive the Śūdrafication of Britain. It is something peculiar to Europeans - a late imperial cult. In the absence of a European majority, it makes no sense. There will be no one left to propagandise; no believers or enforcers. And the Yookay aesthetic is impossible to sustain beyond a certain point as well. It is peculiarly British humour which relies upon a unique, collective memory - the precise thing denied by the inclusive doctrine of the UK. Impossible Gary from Eritrea wouldn’t get it. The Śūdrafication of the West - the Yookay aesthetic, looks just like home to him. In the end Śūdrafication will destroy the fragile tension of the UK / Yookay phenomenon. There has to be someone to share in the dream. There has to be someone to share in the joke. The other possibility is a civilisational restoration, which will evaporate both of these decadent phantoms.

Behind the mirror there is a real country and there are real people. The mythos and the memes are bullshit. Neither faction actually wants the Śūdrafication of the Yookay to occur, and yet both find themselves gazing into the magic mirror. All the while the process intensifies, in both the nation they call home, and the private domain of the self.

The European soul yearns for restoration. The aligned faction despises the parochial tendencies of the non-aligned faction. But when its members step outside of political abstractions, they cannot help but indulge the preferences of their political enemies. Gentrification, ‘cottage core’ - there is tendency amongst those in the non-aligned faction to be snide about these phenomena: ‘rats out of sinking ship’, ‘trustafarians’ and so on. Whilst these critiques are legitimate, let us look at the bare facts.

Gentrification is so reviled because it reverses Śūdrafication. Doughy millennial hipsters in vintage dungarees. Gentle lads with fine line tattoos. They’re magnetised to formally working class areas - now dominated by africans and south asians. Colonialism is in the blood. Even normies; even centrist dads and libtards - dazzled though they are by the magic mirror. They can’t help it. They can’t help but try to re-build civilisation. Gentrification is a silent rebellion against Śūdrafication in the Yookay. The craft beer reeks of privilege. The banana bread is racist. White supremacy oozes from the core of an artisan scotch egg.

The non-aligned faction can learn from hipsters: a coherent aesthetic, ruthless gatekeeping, organic social organisation, the creation of something real. It’s in the blood.

Morgoth displays a degree of optimism:

What I find fascinating about all of this is that the emerging generation of young men on the British right often appears like an elite in-waiting. This, even though they’re intellectually aligned with more traditional, working-class nationalist movements. Suddenly, from the perspective of the Old Guard, the radical element is not wearing a bomber jacket outside a Greggs in Burnley, but right there in the conference room with a well-fitting suit and clipped “posh” accent.

This is what the non-aligned rebellion against Śūdrafication must look like. Organised, confident, healthy. Well presented. Mannered but unyielding. Young men and women elected by circumstance and bestowed a vocation by the pressures imposed upon them.

Be the opposite of James O’Brian, basically. I saw him in the street once. If you think he looks bad on TV, you should see him in real life. Human wreckage - and this was ten years ago. Has he ever done anything physically impressive in his life? Even the most minor feat of strength or dexterity? It is possible that James O’Brian has not once felt the joy of throwing an apple core into a bin from more than three metres away. OPINION INVALID JAMES. YOU DIDN’T MAKE THE SHOT JAMES.

The idea that this guy should exert any influence on another human being is absurd. Ignore, exceed, overcome. And yet he is instructive. This is what an overdose of magic mirror does to a man. He is suffering from UK toxic shock and the effects are absolutely catastrophic, bordering on animal cruelty. By my estimation many in the non-aligned faction are suffering from an inverted Yookay toxic shock as well.

The unfortunate James O’Brian teaches the non-aligned faction an invaluable lesson. It is much better to radiate inner quality than to reflect Yookay aesthetics back into the world. My muse inhabits the inner domain - that is where my talents lie, and I hope to offer perspective, encouragement and inspiration to those who’s primary theatre is the outer domain. We will share the fruits of our victories when both aspects are unified.

We are going to win. Nature is our greatest ally, and nature will not tolerate what is happening in these isles indefinitely. That which is vital and organic yearns to be seen in bloom. It yearns to emerge from the ashes with irrepressible vigour; spontaneous and unique. In order to arrive at the designated time and place, one must resist inner Śūdrafication. In order to effect a restoration, and to overcome the Yookay without, one must first overcome the Yookay within.