Mencius Moldbugman

I predict that if my fellow tourists were to tell the truth, they’d admit to having more fun downing vodka shots in Krakow with their compatriots. Fun isn’t the point though. The Auschwitz visitors are “better” than the stag parties and this sense of moral superiority is the goal

The more tedious the better. The more money spent the better. It is morally superior to spend $30 looking at blank metal jaildoors than on drinking vodka shots. Auschwitz is Mecca. Auschwitz is the old Christian pilgrimages of Europe. It’s the birthplace of our modern religion.

Out of the ashes of old political ideologies and Rabbinical teachers sent to their death, Auschwitz is the Jerusalem of all the principles that built the post-1945 world. We no longer have penitents whipping themselves, but you can pay $25 to stand in a field and feel guilty.

Auschwitz claims to be an “educational” experience. This is clearly false. Nobody learns anything at Auschwitz they don’t already know. The guides repeat facts and figures that were drilled into every tourist during school and repeated time and time again in the media.

Education isn’t the point. The purpose of visiting Auschwitz is religious merit pure and simple. The chance to go home and tell people how moved you were, how shocking it all was, and your new mission is to make sure this NEVER EVER happens again by voting Trump or Brexit.

The fact that Auschwitz is an ultra-capitalist profit-seeking tourist enterprise only further cements its status as modern religion, for what use is anything in our accelerated age if it doesn’t contribute to the economy and an extra digit to Poland’s GDP?

It’s worth browsing through Tripadvisor reviews of Auschwitz. The cognitive dissonance is extreme. 5-star reviews spout how worthy the visit is but carry hints of boredom and rip-off. Angry 1-star reviews complain of the commercialism of what should be pure of worldly concerns.

Just outside Auschwitz... is a McDonalds. Is there any better symbol of the ideology that dominates our age than a car park with Auschwitz on one side, and a fast food joint on the other? Thus our physical and spiritual bugman needs are jointly served in one handy excursion.