The Wacabian Society is a fraternity of scholars and gentlemen who, in their leisure time, meet with one another to enjoy fine single malt whiskies, good cigars, the glory of a good beard and the opportunity to put the world to rights in discussion and debate.

Our society's philosophies can best be summed up by Nietchze's Dionysian principles, namely:

  • chaos
  • intoxication
  • celebration of nature
  • instinct
  • intuition
  • pertaining to the sensation of pleasure or pain
  • individuality dissolved and hence destroyed
  • wholeness of existence
  • orgiastic passion
  • dissolution of all boundaries
  • excess
  • human beings as the work and glorification of art
  • destruction

    • (reign in the orgiastic passion at meetings, though, gentlemen, please)

    We're men of science and discovery, of exploration and adventure, of pragmatism and productivity, of learning and knowledge. We are the spirit of stubbing your toe on the door frame and bloody well getting on with it.

    We're the kind of men's men who sit in a gazebo, brimming with victorian manliness, getting advancedly drunk on whisky, discussing (to varying degrees of competency) the issues of the day, until one or more of us falls over/asleep, something is smashed, the gazebo blows away and our eye-rolling, exasperated other halves arrive at 3am to take us home, put us to bed, and make us coco-pops in the morning while we bemoan our cranial discomfort.

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