This entire day I spent driving back and forth, to get rid of an old «pain», our worn out Mercedes Vito (which didn’t pass the technical test) from 1998, and to pick up a (to us) new car, a UAZ 469b from 1988, registered for 7 passengers. I got up 05:00 in the morning and got back home around 20:00. All in all I drove about 1,000 km, and I signed a pile of papers and spoke all kinds of languages (none of them very well…) with various individuals, so I am tired, my feet hurts from driving the Mercedes and my ears hurt from driving the UAZ – and my head hurts from all that social contact.
So, my newer car was junk, and I replaced it with a car 10 years older, which is in near perfect condition.
Sorry, but why is it old stuff is of so much higher quality than new stuff? When did that happen? For some reason I find this relevant in all contexts; old cars last longer than new cars; old religions (Paganism) are better than new ones (Christianity, Judaism and Islam); old buildings (medieval stone houses) last longer than new houses; the old life style was better than the new life style; old art is better than new art… I could go on forever. So am I a nostalgic romantic or am I simply right?
Today I revolted mainly against Renault (owned by Jews, not Frenchmen) by choosing not to buy their low-budget Dacia Logan, which would probably have broken down within 3-5 years after purchase anyhow, and instead I purchased a used car built in the Soviet Union, which will last forever (the car, that is, not the Soviet Union….) – if only maintained well and given some new (very low-cost) parts every now and then. Sure, it is noisy, has close to no comfort (and I think I might need to install some seat belts…) and drives like a tractor, but it will last. Yes, that is what I worry about these days; will the things I purchase last? I am sick and tired of purchasing things I need only to see them fail me when I need them the most – because they are only made for optimal profit for the manufacturers.
Without any doubt in my mind I choose Paganism (Ôðalism) instead of modern religious bullshit. I choose old cars, with old, tested and proven technology, built to last forever. I choose the old lifestyle, with a wife and children, and fidelity until death, and more closeness to nature in a rural area. I choose to grow my own food (as much as I can) and raise my own animals, rather than buy the modern mass-produced food from the modern super market. I choose the good old racism over the modern racial suicide and genocide. As much as I can I choose not to contribute to the capitalist system. I choose life over death – and death over dishonour! HailaR WôðanaR!
My old Mercedes Vito; R. I. P. (you can decide for yourself whether I am a lousy photographer or just so full of myself that I can not stand the thought of not having at least some sort of image of me on every single photo on this blog…)
Well, I guess I am just a lousy photographer;
My “new” car (UAZ 469b);
Let us not forget my poor Lada, currently being repaired after the electric wires were gnawed on by mice this winter…. but I could of course still drive her myself to the workshop! She never stops! (although I might have confused a few other drivers with odd and out of place signaling and sudden use of windshield wipers and such…)
