The opening ceremony of the Olympic Games in Paris represents a new cultural low point in the history of European culture. Although sporting events should not be overestimated in terms of their significance, there is no question that this is a major media event, which is why its meaning, its symbolism and its narrative radiate out into the world.
These Olympics show the world what point Europe has reached: it is almost tragically funny how this celebration mixes ancient symbolism with vulgar postmodern trash, as a woke neo-marxist provocation brewed in a cauldron of stinking swamp. The performance was a readymade, taken from one of the rat-infested streets of Paris, directly from one of the burning garbage cans full of scrap.
This is the state of Europe, this is the Europe in which the functionalist elite wants to dissolve us in a space liberated from tradition and values, in which the symbolism handed down has lost its value. The fall forward on an ever steeper plane is their program, the possibility of creating a healthy life in stable family structures without the devastating educational influence of the state is disappearing before our eyes.
The celebration of this confused chaos speaks volumes. The shabby reminiscence of the Last Supper or a woke transgender Dionysos (or whatever this crap should symbolize) is then undignified. You can almost feel sorry for the people who were lured by the spectacle and burned their money unprotected in a woke bubble of stupidity and madness in the pelting rain.
It is a good thing that the Olympic competitions, which were launched in ancient Greece nearly 3000 years ago, are coming to an end in Paris where they were reborn in 1896. Cycles need to close to get rid of stuff! For the Green Commies: this is also a form of recycling, the mental destruction of brain-sick pus.
A competition based on dignified meritocratic values, on a principle of performance crystallized in individual sport that is supposed to confer honour on a community, had truly lost nothing in our time, in which the green climate apocalypse holds people in thrall.
The Greek gods can retire in peace, we have rejected their legacy - they truly did not deserve such heirs.
The aesthetic of an age is also the condensation of its feelings of excellence, of beauty and dignity, in which hope for the future and pride in one's own traditions are bundled. Europe is done.