I got a call today from an old friend I hadn’t spoken to for longer than I am proud to admit. He is a university graduate, though in the Earth sciences. As such, he comes home most nights with dirty hands and a prole demeanor. Which is to say for purposes of the left: he is an “uneducated white male.” He has no children of his own. Though a blithely miscegenating sibling has endowed him with a mulatto niece, whom he treats with tender affection. Further to his racial equanimity, he believes the Amerindians swarming his town bear potential as valuable contributors to polyglot America. This to say he is not radical, raysis, or alt-right. Yet he seethes with contempt.
Like millions of others, he has come to either intuit, or explicitly comprehend, the left’s bitter disdain for people like him. For his culture, his heritage, and the country he grew up in and loved now belittled by cackling at its funeral. Years of mockery, derision, and demonization of blue-collar whites have finally penetrated the most tranquil cud-chewing, and resulted in a virile reciprocation of sentiment. At this point he said he couldn’t care less about the indelicacies of pussy-grabbing or tainted values. He just wants a political Patton to rip out their living goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks.
I really should thank the left’s degenerate claque of vultures. A lifetime of my own proselytizing would have been unlikely to bring this mild and overly-accommodating man to such a boil. Though with that task complete by our enemies’ own efforts, I can proceed on with a few election autopsy results.
Everyone understands why the right perpetually bobs in the wake of the left. Because one side tries to convince a skeptical audience of its airy abstractions, while the other side simply imports a foreign majority while promising gibs. One of these strategies is ruthlessly effective. The other is less so.
Trump will either absorb this distinction, or the new immigrant Kentucky will elect his democratic successor. That is a high probability, though there is a powerful countervailing force in play. Whites are waking from their opium dream at approximately the rate their votes are being nullified by migrants. Thus the unexpected flipping of states like Pennsylvania, Michigan, and Wisconsin in an electorate less white than just four years earlier. In 2020 (barring calamity, scandal, or betrayal of Trump’s constituents), Maine, Minnesota, and New Hampshire will additionally vote Republican. Colorado will probably sway back to Trump as could Virginia conceivably. These shifts will occur as Florida and Nevada both likely turn permanently blue through migration.
Though the point is that there is more right-wing resiliency in the electorate than static evaluations would suggest. Mississippi is only 58% white, though voted for Trump by an 18 point margin. Bloc-voting ain’t just for blacks anymore.
Another interesting dynamic to note is the limits of coalition elasticity. The recent California senate race was actually between two female democrats: A Mexican and a Jamaican/Indian hybrid, naturally. I never even looked to see who won, as it’s completely immaterial.
But with Republicans now wholly jettisoned from a state they used to reliably win, it is now democrat v. democrat. And as the pursuit of power invariably excites the senses, that will quickly deteriorate into enthusiastic factional in-fighting. Once whitey has been eaten, snout turns to snout. At 55% democrats have a comfortable multi-racial majority, but at 75% they will have internecine war. In tribal coalition politics, too much of a good thing is very bad indeed.
A courageous liberal is someone who screams loudly whatever he is permitted to say. The left is adroit at accumulating such boisterous bumper sticker midgets because it provides an outlet for attacking others without fear of repercussions. No one gets fired or hate-crime indicted for attacking poor whites. I can’t overstate how powerful a lure this is to opportunist personalities.
A Trump presidency has the potential to alter this psychic model significantly. Imagine the speech shroud slowly lifting on the right as it shifts awkwardly to the left. If talk of white interests became openly accepted, as accusations of “white privilege” became examples of hate, you’d be amazed by how many previously peacocking liberals suddenly lost their appetite for conflict. It would be even more deleterious for their assembly line of linguine-armed recruits, who would be far less incentivized to join a movement whose opponents actually punch back.
Trump’s election could have huge implications for Europe. America stands on the necks of its vassal states like Huma is probably standing on a chair. To have this weight lifted to merely a neutral stance would tremendous. To have the vast US apparatus actually supportive of nationalist movements would be beyond hope–as it probably is. Though already EU worms are writhing at the prospect.
The American election will certainly provide momentum to populist-right candidates. But beyond that, a weakening or dissolution of the EU will provide desperately needed clarity to ongoing national decisions. If Sweden knows no supranational entity can enforce its pieties on neighbors, the yearning to dissolve its nation as a solitary spectacle will diminish substantially. Likewise, if Italy understands that every African it dredges from the Mediterranean will be its burden alone, then hundreds of distressed dinghies will find themselves glub-glubbing on the Italian navy’s very long lunch breaks.
The will of the European people has been utterly disparaged and dismissed. Should it finally find voice in their institutions, parasitic migrants will find their accommodations turning distinctly inhospitable. And that’s when the dinghies start heading south.
As asserted previously, opportunity rarely lingers in politics. January is when Republicans should firm their gelatinous spines and move hard on every strategic front. The history books are never kind when written by someone else’s children. So I don’t want any shit about holding to our values…and neither does General Patton.
I don’t want any messages saying ‘I’m holding my position.’ We’re not holding a goddamned thing. We’re advancing constantly and we’re not interested in holding anything except the enemy’s balls. We’re going to hold him by his balls and we’re going to kick him in the ass; twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all the time. Our plan of operation is to advance and keep on advancing. We’re going to go through the enemy like shit through a tinhorn.