Taxis and Takeaways

Consumer convenience and the death of the West

Years ago, when I was slowly recovering from what Irving Kristol called “educational therapy”, I started to write out an essay.

It was called Taxis and Takeaways, and it was going to be about the fact that people in West Yorkshire self segregated so efficiently that for most people these two things were the only routine points of intersection.

To this day, the boundaries of the two main “communities” around Bradford remain clearly defined.

I realised that what crossed them routinely were services of convenience and of satisfaction, a delivery system of, by and between strangers. Taxis and takeaways.

This is a process whose ingredients of desire and demand for convenience is replacing everything with internationalised production lines that extend deep into the viscera of every former nation in the international supermarketplace.

A globalised production line of human misery.