Here we have Seoul, central Seoul, immediately after the country and its people were liberated from an oppressive, decades-long Japanese colonization. Around this time, Korea was one of the poorest nations on the planet, but near 70 years of non-stop foreign aid and handouts (in various forms) later, and South Korea is now one of the wealthiest nations on the planet! Hooray!! Obviously, clearly – I mean it’s a real nobrainer – the days of the kind of third-world conditions and slum-level housing are long, long gone, right? No way people still live like they did in the picture above, right?
Vast swaths of the Korean population still live like the peasants did 70 years before. Here we have a slum (one of many) located behind some train tracks…
* Note: This picture may or may not have been mislabeled by several websites as being taken at Guyrong village in Korea while others identify it as Indian. In the event that this is actually a picture of an Indian slum, I’m throwing in a few bonus pictures from Korean slums:
… but this is a scene from right in the heart of the city. Klowns build “luxury” (hahaha) apartment buildings along major roads, lining them with tall towers that hide the squalor behind. Punch it up on Google Earth. These pictures are how much of the population live. It looks like a Manilla slum. It looks like any other slum in any other 3rd-world, war-ravaged, economically-destroyed shithole. It’s very fucking far from Gangnam Style. These dilapidated shacks are often put together with scrap metal and plastic sheets. Cinder blocks hold ropes in place that are basically load-bearing ropes keeping the roof up. Crudely-spliced wires dangle within reach of children from walls and ceilings. Floors are plastic stickers. Walls are moldy plaster and quickly-poured cement spider-webbed with cracks.
It is an absolute fucking miracle that more buildings don’t collapse, though there are certainly enough of those already.
Between the shacks and along the tower-lined main roads one can enjoy some of the worst-paved sidewalks in existence. Now this sidewalk is in a brand-new courtyard. Work was completed here less than a year ago. Remarkably the rest of the surface (you know, where there aren’t gaping holes that go un-repaired for over a month) is even enough to walk on, but in many places, the sidewalks look like there has been a 8.0+ earthquake recently.
If you are able to walk on the sidewalk without falling on your face due to a jutting brick, errant stone or sinkhole, try not to carry anything you might need to dispose of. In true, first-world fashion, Klown does not have public trash cans on the streets. Finding one is extremely rare – the four-leafed-Klover. Generally Klowns just throw their food garbage and other trash in a loose pile. The above picture features a large, communal-use bag. No container mind you, just the bag. The person who placed this bag is what you might call a “Kommunity Konscious Klown” – this is extent of a Klown’s capacity to extend respect to his or her community and environment… a trash bag left to overflow.
Now this bag was tied up. That’s advanced for Klown. Of course, the idea of an animal-and-accident-proof trash receptacle, like.. oh… I don’t know… a fucking garbage can? Is far too advanced for this third-world hole. If it isn’t mongrel (oft abandoned) dogs ripping the bags to shreds, it is the armies of street cats that litter Korea. One good thing about the street cats is that they keep the rat population at bay, which would otherwise be at bubonic plague-era levels.
Nobody will clean this mess up. It will be allowed to blow freely in the wind until it ends up in some infant’s stroller.
This is “hip” and “modern” Hongdae in Seoul. This is the awesome modern utopia of Klown. This is where tourists are told to go. It looks like a ghetto… because it is a fucking ghetto in all but GDP.
This is the Broken Window theory taken to a whole new level. These piles of disease-bearing, rotting food garbage are in front of the places where these people live and work. This is what happens when living in squalor and filth move past “tolerable” and into the realm of “expected” and even “cultural”. From the first picture to this, the mentality is the same, though the ability and means have changed. This isn’t filth because there is no other way, this is filth by choice due to a long familiarity and now comfort level with filth. Nation-wide.
Because why put in the minimally-required effort to flatten some boxes when you can just carelessly toss them into the street in a giant pile, right? I mean, sooner or later some desperate, destitute 80-something Korean with a cart will come, flatten and haul away your trash to make a buck or two a day, right? In the meantime, fuck everyone else who isnt you. Fuck them right to hell.
Isn’t Kollectivism great?
Wow! The fabled public trash receptacle! Amazing! Something almost first-world! Something almost civiliz… oh wait.
Klowns just can’t figure it out. It’s so konfusing! What are these squiggly lines painted on the side of this blue box? What could they mean? What is it for? Well, might as well be a Klown sheep and follow the leader by putting my drink cup next to everyone else’s. Why think for myself… no… why think at all when I can just blindly copy?
Why stop at trash?
Despite never being more than 100 meters away from a public washroom, Klowns insist on covering each and every street with vomit. The closer to a school, it seems, the better.
Walk around a “trendy” Klown neighborhood on a Saturday or Sunday morning and play a fun game called “Count the Street Pizzas”. I promise you will tire and grow disgusted with the game long before you have finished tallying up the splatters.
Sure, you COULD use a bathroom… I guess…
Klowns sure do love their bathrooms. Love destroying them that is.
Klowns are ob-fucking-sessed with shit. They have “trendy” bread shaped like a steaming turd pile. No word of a fucking lie. They have wine made of shit. They have children’s books entirely centered around the act of expelling solid wastes. They even have parks and statues dedicated to all things fecal.
Of course the Klown thinks he shits gold.
But seriously now. What the fuckity fuck?
I guess you could call Klowns real “shitheads”
Maybe you’ll be “lucky” enough to find one of these sparkling public washrooms, where the stench of uncleansed, layered uric acid is so overwhelming that it literally gags you. Welcome to Klown: 2018 Olympic Host!
Maybe you long for winter and the snowy white blanket that will at least temporarily mask the true nature of Klown… but that facade of cleanliness will only last a few hours before this happens.
This is the delight that greets me on the way home from the market. This wall is maybe 200 meters long, was completed just a year or 2 ago, and it covered from end to end in this TB-riddled abstract artwork of phlegm. And these are only the ones that were rocketed out with some velocity. The ground is worse as most Koreans are only capable of dribble spitting, like a 6-month-old might do.
Maybe smoking is more your scene?
Oh, but Mr. K! You must understand our unique and special situation! Seoul is so very crowded! If you head out to one of our “new cities” you’ll see the miracle of Korean planning and ingenuity! You’ll see that we really are sparkling!
This is Songdo. This is a “new city” that isn’t even finished yet. Everything is brand fucking new. It took less than a year to turn this ghost town into a garbage pile.
More of Songdo, right in the hart of what is supposed to be the visitor-friendly “downtown”. This was a city billed as “international”. Millions were spent trying to bribe first-world companies to set up offices here. Money just isn’t enough for some people.
Here’s a “new town” area in Daejeon. This place is something like 6 months old. Most of the commercial spaces are vacant. Gee, I wonder why? But then again, self-reflection isn’t a skill Klowns possess. I’m sure the locals here have found a way to blame the Americans or the Chinese for this.
The fucking trash can is RIGHT FUCKING THERE! You fucking Klown fucks!
But the trash in garbage bags (or sprinkled liberally over any horizontal surface) isn’t the only filth on the streets of Klown. All that street vomit and odd gold shit has to have a source. How about the least appetizing food imaginable?
Oh yum! Tripe! Seriously, I wouldn’t feed this last-ditch, need-for-basic-survival, desparation, trapped in a well peasant fare to a dog let alone a human. This looks like something Bear Grylls would eat to demonstrate survival techniques.
Yum yum Klowns! What beach-cave dwelling pre-human ancestors crammed into their pre-lingual maws thousands of years ago is your modern fare. You know we’ve come a long way as a species and mastered things like “fire” and “cutting implements” and “plates”, right? No?
Trash doesn’t always take conventional forms. Here we see a car covered completely in prostitute advertisement cards, the same you can find on the road near any elementary school. Klassy.
Some trash is just human trash. Prozzies in most wealthy countries are chemically-dependent, mentally-ill or in hiding. Whores here are just whores for the sake of it. There is no desire, no motivation to do anything worthwhile with one’s life. No sense that bettering oneself is important. Just human trash.
Here are their customers, the worst kind of human trash – the ajosshi.
But of course it isn’t important to fix any of the above. It isn’t necessary to acknowledge how fucking repulsive and backwards it is. No. What is important is making sure white devils don’t come near the women. You know, the same white devils who saved Klown from the Japanese, again from their Nork “brothers” and has poured countless billions into the economy to artificially created the “Miracle on the Han”.
In the mind of a Klown, the enemy can never be the self. This is why Klowns will always be Klowns
God forbid an evil foreigner was let into our cheap, shitty nightclubs and room salons!
Just think of the potential lost value to our property, I mean, our women!
Won’t somebody please think of the children?!
Yes. Think of the children.
But that’s Klown for you. And while, if you look hard enough, you’ll find dirt, decay and wretchedness in any city or country, Klown is different. You don’t need to look at all. Life in the pig farm foulness is the rule, not the exception.
But Klowns don’t care. In the Human Centipede, there is no taking responsibility, growing a sack and taking care of business – there is only shit and swallow. There is only accept and revisit abuse and pollution. These are just a few examples of a much larger toilet bowl culture of social retardation and decay.
I think this statue in Modo Park sums it up with delightful Klowny artistic skill.
Shit and swallow, Klowns. Shit and swallow.