Most of Current Year America would be recognizable to a time-traveler from the Year 2000. They didn’t have social media back in those dim dark days, of course, but the technology was substantially there — “it’s like email and a video conference, but on your mobile phone” wouldn’t seem too outlandish. The more cynical the time traveler, of course, the easier he’d find it to swallow the presidencies of Barack Obama and Donald Trump, but no one who paid any attention during the Clinton years could really be surprised by them. Hell, they were mocking “cancel culture” back in 1994, for pete’s sake, when the Internet was still mostly used to argue about Star Trek with other Defense Department contractors. People forget that Idiocracy (2006) bombed at the box office, mostly because it seemed trite — “we’re already there, buddy.”
The only thing that would really baffle our time traveler is a doozy: The seeming acceptance of the idea, by a large and ever-growing segment of the population, that some kind of violent political upheaval is just around the corner. America had its fault lines back then, of course, and there was no shortage of lunatics out there eager to turn the nation into a Worker’s Paradise, but as late as 2008 they were largely confined to academia and the op-ed section of the New York Times. Their avatar was Dennis Kucinich, whose claims of a close encounter seemed so plausible because he came off like Mork from Ork’s dorky little brother. They seemed, at worst, to be hippie fossils. A Department of Peace? Groovy, man.
But they meant it. Every word. Obama’s eight-year kleptocracy convinced them to pull the mask off, and of course Trump’s election drove them completely around the bend. The Department of Peace is really the Ministry of Love, and when Hillary Clinton proclaimed that the message of 1984 is “trust the government,” she meant it. She and O’Brien are spiritual cousins. All Leftists are, and none of them even bother trying to hide it anymore. Like the man says: They hate you, and want you dead. What part of that is so hard to understand?
Even the dimmest dimbulbs on the “Right” are starting to grasp it. A recent post at Ace of Spades, of all places, ended with the Z Man’s refrain: “We’re not voting our way out of this.”
The Ace of Spades guys, I’m sure I don’t have to remind you, sincerely believed Megyn Kelly was a hard-hitting conservative journalist. When even those noodle-armed choirboys think revolution is just around the corner, you’d best stock up on ammo.
That’s the thing about violent upheavals, though — pretty much everyone knows they’re coming. Maybe in the ancient world you could be excused for not knowing the Huns were thundering your way, but modern communications make things pretty clear. Even supposedly out-of-nowhere events like World War I were taken as inevitable by lots of people — perhaps the majority of the common folk — in all combatant nations. The Kaiser surely wasn’t building all those warships just to look pretty, and “revenge for Sedan” was France’s animating philosophy almost from the minute the shooting stopped…. which was 1870, if your European history is a little rusty. The continent’s two dominant military powers had been spoiling for a rematch for almost half a century by the time Gavrilo Princip did his thing. For most people in most nations at the time, the prevailing emotion was relief — what the hell took so long?
World War II, same deal. Just to stick with a theme, George Orwell took it as read that Hitler’s election meant a second war with Germany, sooner than later. In his personal politics Orwell was nuttier than squirrel shit, but his understanding of political behavior was second to none. He had a very great talent for distilling what great masses of people were thinking about the large events of their day. If Orwell thought war was inevitable, surely Nigel Sixpack thought so, too.
Even the American Civil War — the first one, I mean — was greeted more with relief than shock. European “intellectuals” could convince themselves that neither the Kaiser nor the Fuhrer meant what he so often said, but even American “intellectuals” knew the fire-eaters were serious. There’s a longstanding joke, attributed to Lincoln, about Uncle Tom’s Cabin. “So you’re the little lady who started this war,” he was supposed to have quipped to Harriet Beecher Stowe. The Mount Vernon Association of Experts has yet to weigh in, but it’s true in spirit if not in fact. Think about it for a sec: How far down the road to disunion does a society have to be before a novel like that gets published? If he’s still alive, the Turner Diaries guy must be frantically cranking out a sequel. He’d make millions.
Hell, even our so-called “intellectuals” think civil war is a possibility. I’m told The Altantic has a thumbsucker up discussing it. They blame it all on Trump, natch, but again, The Atlantic is the Liberal version of Ace of Spades — uptight, painfully earnest goobers who just want to be loved by the big girls on the alphabet networks. Blaming it on Trump is a foregone conclusion, but the very fact that they’ve mooted the question means it’s time to panic…
… or not, because as the blackpillers in Our Thing keep pointing out, there’s no revolutionary leadership. Civil War 1.0 was chock-a-block with impressive dudes with real political skills. Only field specialists and other enthusiasts have heard of, say, William Lowndes Yancey, but he was a heavyweight politician who could really wind up a crowd — you don’t win a parliamentary fight against Stephen A. Douglas without some serious chops. Who do we have that’s anywhere close?
That’s the last fact about big violent upheavals. They’re easy to see coming, but very hard to actually instigate. Ever seen college kids rush the field after winning a sportsball championship? They’re lining up, eager to go… but they hesitate. The arena cops have to let them go. The cops always do these days, of course, since it’s “tradition,” but drunk idiots have been running out onto the field ever since sports were invented. They didn’t tear down goalposts at the Yale/Harvard game back in the 1920s, not because there weren’t a lot of drunk idiots in the stands — trust me on this one — but because even at their drunkest, those idiots knew it was the apocalypse if they did. They needed permission to rush the field.
Who’s going to give us permission to rush the field? You know the answer, and so do I… but I really hope someone can change my mind.Loading Likes...