(but do attack me for the appalling grammar of the above text, I have no excuses)

“Adaptation to to the modern world requires sclerosis of sensibility and degradation of character.” — Nicolás Gómez Dávila

Maybe the most used specialized cleaning agent in the Wrath household is the humble bag of sodium percarbonate. We have a lot of formal wear (shirts, uniforms etc.) that have seen decades of use and naturally turn yellow every now and then. I soak white garments in this (hot water), then sun dry (UV) before washing and rinsing by hand. It works extremely well and is cheaper that Oxiclean (same active ingredient). As it degrades to water and oxygen etc. it is relatively harmless to the environment. No nasty chemicals. For very delicate work like worn collars or lace I use a soft brush to work an equal mix of powder, dish washer liquid and hot water into the spot and then use a hair dryer to speed up the effect. Works like a charm while reducing washing machine wear and tear on valuable clothing items where no normal detergents can get rid of that yellowing. https://hell.twtr.plus/media/0bb8bddabfb72aa656572af85e39ae4316eacc49c63c74385493fa8e165a3c31.file

Every time I post something like "houses today is only built to last 30 years" I get a ton of responses in the manner of "but my house is 70 years old and doing fine". Lucky you. Your house was built by trained craftsmen with centuries of experience between them of working with good tools and high quality materials well adapted to the local climate and meant to be maintained. The buyers of new homes today are not so lucky. Fast growth wood stick frame wrapped in plastic almost specifically for the purpose of catching moisture and encouraging rot and mold, assembled by men who have little or no experience no training and not even an IKEA level of manual, using caulk and nail-guns. And every single piece of kit that goes into the home comes with fineprint: "guaranteed only to manufacturer quality, no responsibility take to installation method." Your house might be fine if every joint and every caulk is installed 100% correctly 100% of the time. And how likely is that? And before you opine, yes there are many many exceptions of excellent house builders and craftsmen and customers (you) who knows what to ask for. But most aren't like you.

Place the first section of the column on top of the base, secure with molten lead, place the second section, repeat. https://hell.twtr.plus/media/21decb349adcbcb95966bf5775008ab69b2d8bf5c8fbd08328672b9fcfb1dd90.file https://hell.twtr.plus/media/dc6237c19c7ce330466d6845fe2176ef171bffaaa22cd7af1d53cdbf9fa9ce3f.file

RT @SCP_Hughes@twitter.com: Queen Square, Bristol. Most of these are actually 1950s or 1970s reconstructions. This is more common than people realise – there were still a lot of skilled traditional architects left over from before the war, and reconstruction was often done so well that it is invisible. https://hell.twtr.plus/media/10ba7a1b5eb978050d74dee1f290e466d33e440d287dd2208e1f84ec83a3c63b.file

The paramilitary arm of the oligarchy/government defeated by citizens, for once. https://hell.twtr.plus/media/38ccc289ffe652699f77743a85a2d0d636fa63127412c2e9edfe77fd25c6dafc.file

Here's two good tweets from @owen cyclops. The first is a pithy observation, something that could be refined to become an aphorism. The second however has the makings of a true banger. A stand alone tweet that we might have called a "mike drop" ten years ago. https://hell.twtr.plus/media/f9a39ce653be96d1ea1eb436969eb5eb06d73e10ac430e148004334bafefff64.file

Anecdote of a conversation Emil Cioran (1911-1995) had with Mircea Vulcănescu (1904-1952): One day, in a fit of fury against what I then called "our native nothingness," I told him that we had been incapable of producing a single saint. He responded with his usual pleasantry, which, at that moment, betrayed a certain vehemence: "You should have seen that old woman I met in a remote village who, through prostrations and prayers, had marked the floor of her thatched house with her knees. True sanctity does not need to be shown or recognized." Mircea Vulcănescu would later die in tuberculosis after being tortured in a communist prison for six years. It is said that one night naked in the cell he had stretched out on the floor to allow a sick fellow prisoner to sleep on top of him and avoid certain death on the cold cement floor. https://hell.twtr.plus/media/4e4353104f2873bdf5cebb9a051b01d337e320553afe5c5bca4b881f00e3e6e4.file https://hell.twtr.plus/media/c2ce3170103edd18e9a8933b7b618d05066cb11a40d89380f2fa34ce4ec89c63.file

"You can drive nature out with a pitchfork but..." https://hell.twtr.plus/media/5218f3251e3aa327de702c842b81b8c56481639f321299f2fef1a381f356210c.file