Political Correctness Is Social Dementia [of the Western Society]
A construction of the world's tallest building often precedes social or economic depression or disintegration.
The tallest building in the world in the 19th century was Ulm Münster cathedral in Germany. It was finished in 1890 and was 167m tall. In 24 years Europe led by Germany destroyed itself in the First World War. The focus of the world shifted to New York: in 1908 a 47 story Singer Building was constructed, and quickly surpassed in 1909 by Met Life Tower, which was 213m tall and had 50 floors. Europe was dead: both new American buildings were commercial, while until then all tallest structures in the human history were cult buildings. Met Life still paid some tribute to Europe: it was inspired by one of the St. Mark’s Cathedral towers. However, by 1914 it was over: Europe was about to plunge in the war, while Woolworth Building was constructed in New York: 55 stories, 241 meters, and no inspiration from the old world cathedrals: a modern and by today’s standards elegant commercial skyscraper.
The roaring 20s created 318m Chrysler Building, and then the Empire State, which was finished already during the Great Depression. Both these 77 and 101 story buildings were in a different league from the first wave of New York skyscrapers. Europe was licking its war wounds, getting ready to start another war.
In America, the Great Depression ended the period of Old Skyscrapers. The Empire State remained the tallest building for 40 years, until 1972. Some cities of the old industrial cities of then young America: Philadelphia, Detroit, Baltimore forever remained the cities of Old Skyscrapers.
However, America was to have another peak: in late 60s, when people flew to the moon and the incredible wealth fueled by capital transfer from Europe allowed the 1967 hippie Summer of Love, both World Trade Center and Sears Building were started. Then in 1970 US has finally rolled over its peak- the domestic oil production, the lifeblood of American industrial economy, has begun its irreversible decline. WTC and Sears, both around 526m, were finished at the beginning of the First Oil Crisis.
The Sears remained the tallest building for 26 years. Then the consequences of the 2 oil crisises of the 70s, and the subsequent dismantling and sale of the American industrial economy to the East Asia by MBA yuppies of the 80s have become more apparent. The Petronas Twin Towers in Malaysia and Tapei 101 in Taiwan are the tallest buildings in the world now. No planned American building is poised to compete: the next one is Burj Dubai, 818m, symbolizing American economy bleeding dollars for the increasingly expensive Mid-Eastern oil.
America is over.
I went up north to Tamales Point.
during this trip I had one observation and one revelation.
The traffic on Golden Gate Bridge slowed down, because the right lane was blocked by a police go-around sign. There was an ambulance and two police cars parked in the right lane, but no accident. The bridge has a sidewalk; it's a spectacular walk across the bay. Three tourists were explaining something to one policeman, and another was writing in his notepad. Slowly passing them by, I noticed that there was nothing else- no injured bicyclist and no person sitting on the sidewalk. Realizing what I saw, I accelerated to 70 mph, and turned into an observation area immediately after the bridge. With San Francisco on the background, I saw police lights on the bridge, and two boats circling right under the lights. Then the bigger boat, a Coast Guard cutter sped up towards the shore, and the smaller boat followed. The Coast guard station was right underneath the observation deck, about 400ft below. People were acting fast- the coast guardsmen on the pier were mooring the cutter, while others put out something that looked like a big plastic sleigh. Then they unloaded a body on this sleigh, and two people in white coats leaned over the body, doing something that looked like pumping. I was standing on a concrete barrier, and an Americanized Aztec-looking tourist from probably Modesto, California with a huge telescopic camera climbed up next to me to take pictures of the bridge. I told him what happened. This guy had his shit together: he immediately produced two pairs of binoculars, handed one to me. Often when people are faced with matters of death or when they suffer an injury, they fixate on some little irrelevant details: I noticed that the small binoculars was of khaki color. Also, in retrospect, it was interesting how my approach to this binoculars was different from a geeky curiosity of holding a new gadget, in which I would indulge in another situation, it was "fuck, fast, how do i make this work?". It was hard to see, because the picture was shaking, but I saw a fat naked body on that plastic stretcher, with two doctors trying to resuscitate by pumping its chest. In 5 minutes it was all over, they covered the body with a white sheet. The guy’s wife came on a rented bicycle, with attached map of San Francisco- they rent them to tourists encouraging to bike across Golden Gate. He told her, she said: “oh my…”, kind of quietly. I liked that there was no further comment, she looked very upset. The guy asked me: “Why would anyone do that?” I thanked him for the binoculars, and shambled to the car.
The tip of Tamales Point is covered by grass- there is no need to walk on a trail. Right now it blossoms- there are purple flowers. I was walking on this grass, with Pacific Ocean on the left, and Tamales Bay on the right, visible at the same time. I thought: fuck San Francisco, it would be nice just to stay here, sleep in this grass, and walk every day. Then I thought that I would eventually get hungry. And then it dawned upon me that the waiters are the gatekeepers of food: when you try to satisfy your basic need to eat and if you do not have “money”, the waiters would either say no and send you off, or call the cops. Those good looking chicks in the restaurants, the Mexican immigrants making burritos, they are the teeth of the Darwinist society- they dispense the food. They are the hired police, the first line of control in the conveyor of natural selection.