Look at the state of properties, and you will read a story about the state of property.
All over the big cities, old buildings are being replaced.
Obviously, in the last century or so there have been enormous advances in building technologies.
But what of these? What story do they tell?
Old buildings, buildings from another age; chimneys with company names and dates built into the brickwork; eminences carved into foundation stones; business descriptions carved into stone above the shop windows.
These are being demolished.
They are being replaced by 'temporary structures'.
The new owners don't want to be remembered. They don't want to be known. They are publicly ashamed of their wealth, and privately proud. They used to be the other way round.
Any faceless, shapeless modern building can serve any purpose. All that is needed is a trashy stylised sign outside to tell the public who's there.
So what?
So this is because there is no more property. Not the sort that can be used, owned and kept in a public civilisation.
There is no more civilisation.
It sickened a hundred years ago and died fifty years on. The bacteria and maggots live on in the feral inhabitants of today; but they are still human, because they are born human and all the sick faggotisation plants and schools cannot quite take that away.
So the real economy is black.
Hide your wealth behind the 8-ball. The black ball.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
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