Yesterday I had a glorious night. I set up music from the Ti

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Yesterday I had a glorious night.
I set up music from the Titanic songbook, as in, the actual playlist the Titanic band played during its tragic inaugural voyage.
(You can find it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ulg7wPVOVcg&list=RDulg7wPVOVcg)

I poured a 25 year old scotch on the rocks.

And I smoked from my pipe, with imported Irish tobacco.

It was extremely pleasurable.
Here I was, a normal middle class guy, reveling in a luxury that in 1913 was only accessible to the richest strata.

And I reached a tragic conclusion:
People in 1913 worked their asses off to be able to afford just a single Franz Liszt record, while people today have the entire collection of the most brilliant Magnum Opus of humanity and instead choose to listen to reggaeton and rap songs about drug dealing and fucking whores.

Today there is abundance, but there is no class, no culture, no soul, no morals, no patriotism, no honor, no family, no religion. In the pursuit of artificial wealth, we have lost our humanity, our appreciation for the best things in us.

This realization feels me with dread.
It's like a small sensation in my chest. The idea that I may be the only of a few humans left.

Who would fight for their country today? Who would die to keep their word and honor? Who aspires for a lifelong marriage into old age? Who would die for their children?

People have forgotten God and have sold their souls. Our forefathers would despise us all and our degenerate world.