The Emasculation Of Virtue

What can I possibly mean by my title?
Surely the virtues are those qualities which are promoted in society in order to make every life better?

Well. All depends what you mean by 'virtue'.

It is quite common for people who wish to be 'bad'(that's their 'thing'), to be able to identify, hopefully, any person of 'virtue' and promptly apply their talents to causing suffering.
Trouble is they don't really have a very clear idea of what 'virtue' is; they just possess a collection of experiences which at some time in the past has revealed their apparent power over such people.
So these bums act more in hope than in knowledge, and they are likely to suffer a moral collapse as soon as their pool of suppositions is exhausted.
The virtuous target proves to be out of their reach.

On a more serious level, what do I mean by virtue?
Virtues are qualities, surely, that arise from the Human enaction of certain principles-principles that promote life.
These are what I regard as virtues.
I won't be more specific for now, but I will say that most of these exist on an underground level most of the time.
Like the song by the Police, 'Invisible Sun'.
For every comedian who thinks that they are 'bad', there are dozens of bad people who think they are 'good'.

And these are the seriously dangerous in the competition to emasculate virtue.
They understand that the mind is the source of virtue(Sunshine) which threatens their shadow-land 'existence'.
So they attack the mind at every opportunity.
Their one ambition is to be parasitically linked(like a weevil, a mite, a mosquito-or a neighbour) to some person of virtue, genuine or imagined, in order to refresh whatever muck is in their heads day to day, with the real-life person(who is supposed to be their real-life victim) being the repeat-violated victim for 'ever'.

This is the leit-motif of modern-day England.

Of course, in the effort to ignore the continual attacks on the mind(because action is not always immediate), we are forced 'out of our minds'.
We have walls of forgetfulness; the clouds are thrust into our souls to obscure the shining of our personal Suns.

The 'good' drag on in desperate hope of witnessing a reaction, a futile reaction, from behind their gated doors and walls of masonry.
Yes.
They would die.
They would die for their urges.
They would see us kill them, safe in the presumption that we could not be virtuous if we were 'murderers', or put in prison.
Then we would be 'no better than we ought'. Or a North American.
And they would consider it worthwhile.

Of course, we just consider them to be chronic disturbance, an irritating background noise that just doesn't seem to want to go away.
Whereas they need us for their chronic Gotterdamerung fantasy, we wait, patiently, for the time when appropriate civic action or inappropriate civic action or time will remove them from us or us from them.
British society is on the run.
Running to houses, investing in 'property', setting forth into internal exile and hoping never to have this analysis thrust upon them.

They get to their house, they sit down at long last in the quiet, and then they discover that they have been so effectively walled out of virtue for so long, that there is nothing left for them to see or do that they will ever be good at.
Except for those who learn young-but most of those were pushed, and they learn without knowing.

British society?
We are a nation of moral imbeciles, and we have the bastards who hate all life to thank for it.