The State of Britain: and while I'm on the subject...

One of the amazing things about the north is its architecture. It features a strange yet compelling mix of the classical, the Gothic, the Tuscan, the grungy, grimy industrial, the new brick, old brick, new stone, post modern, Brutalist and the rustic.

I am told that before the 60s, the buildings were vastly more beautiful, but under Harold Wilson, a good deal of old, quality housing stock was torn down and replaced by nasty communist housing estates and tower blocks.

These days, it's not hard to spot areas that used to be quite something, but are now troubled shit holes. A town just down the road from me has been devastated by just such developments. Socialist housing projects, welfarism and the state-sponsored programs that force people into destructive lives of dependency and degeneracy.

The sad thing is, there's no reason for it. But decay and gradual decline has forced decent people out to the villages (like mine) leaving a rump of indolent losers in its place.

Take my local Tescos for example. Nestled in a valley, beneath tower blocks and lovely big middle class houses, this supermarket lays host to the Balsamic and Stilton crowd, and the Tesco value nappies and multi-bags of crisps mob.

The other day, I was in the aisle that does CDs and books, having a flick through, when I turned to my right and witnessed something of quite shocking horror. A woman wearing a pink dressing gown, displaying her unshapely legs and nauseating blimpish body, was stood there with a trolley talking to a woman who obviously knew her.

The conversation between them ended, and the other lady looked on in disgust as her acquaintance waddled down the aisle with her trolley, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she wasn't fucking dressed to go out.

She didn't even have shoes on. Just some brown slippers, with red blemishes on her feet and legs. Hair, lank and dirty. Face puffy and unwashed.

I couldn't believe my eyes. This was a new level in degeneracy - the people who not only don't dress in the morning, who not only never look for work, but who don't even know what is acceptable in wider society on a base, basic, lowest common denominator level.

And I am paying tax into a social security budget that last year was £168 billion (this year projected to be £200 billion) so that my income tax along with all the rest of it plus more is pumped into keeping a huge section of society fed, watered and pampered.

It's OK, she can have it because she's packed in the smokes. Good girl!

There is an opportunity-cost attached to State decisions like this. The state takes my money, and decides to spend it on others. My choices are limited, as I have less money to draw on to do things I need or want to do. All the while, Madam Dressing Gown has an increased level of opportunity, at my expense, but contrary to the hopes of the left, they never, ever use the money to improve their lot.

Because life isn't fucking like that. If people don't earn their money, if they don't come by it in a proper decent manner, then their values and their incentives are warped.

Why should the woman from the estate get dressed to go out? Does she care if people like me pass judgement? So what if she has 'x' kids, who commit crime and ruin lives. So what if she drains society dry and hurts others and debases her community? What are the consequences? There are none. Because no matter what, the state is there to pick up the tab and underwrite her existence.

A couple of weekends ago, I was in a department store of a crap town not too far from where I live. A fracas was ongoing when I entered the store between a black woman and an Asian member of staff. The customer refused to leave, and in the midst of a row, hurled the worst forms of abuse in the loudest voice towards the poor bloke, including racist names and 'cunt' and all the rest of it.

She had no compunction in behaving like that, and not the least inhibition on the language she chose to employ. Again, I ask you, why should she regulate it? She, and other underclass scum like that, have absolutely no reason to behave in a civilised way. Society has given up. It's almost 'Tory' and bigoted to judge people and infer shame on others.

Instead we are to eat it up and shut up. Just like the left wingers want us to, particularly proud working class and middle class people. Secretly, the 'soixante huiters' hate people like me and take the side of the vulgar and offensive.

The justice system literally laughs at those who expect the law to step in to regulate and punish public displays of violence and aggression. If the black woman were white, it would be a different matter. The racist words alone are enough to justify several squad cars and the intervention of a Chief Superintendent. That she was (unusually and weirdly) black probably canceled out the urgency.

No police came, but the woman left the store because they were called. It was an awful scene.

Then there was today.

I began queuing up at my local convenience store to get some munch, when I smelt a nauseating stench of stale, malodorous booze. You know that smell. It sticks to scummy people who have spent hours and hours boozing. To the extent that the alcohol is seeping out of their pores and into their unwashed clothing. I pinned the blame on the bloke in front. A loping fellow of some height with lank, long hair and a check shirt that looked like it hadn't been cleaned since the last bit of work was completed on Hadrian's Wall.

There is no society anymore. Everyone stays in to watch shite TV and get pissed. Lovely stuff.

Then, if that wasn't unsettling enough, I detected something far, far worse. Something that made me heave and want to run home and hide. Preferably in a bath of Dettol. I am not making this up - the bloke in front of Booze Meister had the most spectacularly huge and horrific carbuncle on the back of his neck that I have ever seen. It was fucking massive. And it was at a head at two points, and I couldn't stop looking at it. No matter how hard I tried.

And what's worse, the queue wasn't going down. So I battled my my eyes for a good 5 minutes or so, trying and failing to avoid looking at this purple, large tomato sized beaut on this guy's pock marked neck. He wasn't that young; probably 30s. And he was dressed OK, and with designer glasses and shoes. He obviously didn't seem to mind that, because of his horrific personal hygiene, or inability to convey himself to a doctor's surgery or hospital, his day to day routine involved pootling around town with the skin of a medieval serf.

I spoke to Dame D about it for a while after, trying to figure out why people, en masse, have such desperately low standards of personal appearance and hygiene. Why there are so many Orc like obese people around, when there's no excuse for it.

Don't we have huge levels of awareness over healthy eating now and don't we have huge ranges of healthy food in the shops?

Why do people look and smell like shit, when for the last hundred years we have developed personal hygiene and cleaning products to first rate standards. Where soap is as cheap as chips and you can get even good named products in bargain shops for a quid or less.

Why can't people walk properly. Why do they lope and flip flop and plod, with their backs hunched over and their shoulders all slopey? Why can't blokes walk upright, and not like neanderthals? Why can't women carry themselves properly and why do so many of them feel the need to stare aggressively at everyone in little fits of paranoia and insecurity?

I guess it all comes back to the same reasoning I talked about earlier. Thanks to decades of post war socialism, we have reached a point where, logically, all semblances of civilised norms and behaviours have been bred out through the generations. There is no incentive to act and be good. Why the fuck should they do anything that might improve their lot?

Isn't that the job of the state?

Labour have done a great job of taking a bigger share of the pie of responsibility away from people since 1997, but let's not fool ourselves and say this started with Blair. Bullshit. This was set in motion well before then. Before Major, Thatcher, Callaghan, even Heath.

The moment the governing classes decided that the political consensus should feature strong strands of welfarism and Fabian social democracy, we were fucked. From that moment on, it was only a matter of time before subsequent generations degenerated into a joke.

What is terrifying about all this is the sheer numbers of people it involves. Like a zombie invasion in its advance stages, it seems to affect so many people. Those who work are better, but even then, standards are perilously low. It seems most people are just shite. How awful that I have come to a point where I call my fellow man such things. But I am compelled to say it, because it is simply what I see in front of me when I go outside my house.