As it becomes obvious Reform do not plan to Abolish the Town and County Planning Act, a dilemma will befall those who style themselves as masters of the posting to policy pipeline. Either they can man up, and attack Reform; and thereby lose any illusion of having ever been influential; or they can slowly shift the goalposts of their own belief system. A similar thing happened with the Left in the early 2010s when it became obvious Obama wasn’t going to introduce Universal Healthcare or stop bombing Afghans: you could still ‘fight racism’ by cancelling a minor celebrity or insisting the board of Goldman Sachs include more black women.
An area I predict this will happen to the Right is how objective demands for ‘growth’ and complaints about gerontocracy made 2020-22 are being slowly sublimated into a vibes-based, emotional attachment to certain classes of work and people. The biggest transfer of assets from Nick 30 ans to Simon and Brenda is not Motorbility, Social Housing or the Winter Fuel Allowance but the £700 billion pounds borrowed by the centre-right to implement lockdowns. It is just an objective economic fact that if you borrow at this scale, you will need to raise taxes and immigration. Amending this historic wrong would be easy, with a one-off tax on private pension funds but entirely unpalatable to right-wing parties which depend, for all the rhetoric of being youthful revolutionaries, upon the votes of retirees.
The following article is purely motivated by fear of potentially deleterious polemics the Online Right may embark upon, now that they have escaped my dominion, rather than any heated opposition to them. My only weapon being to feed polemics, honed from detailed study of their worldview, to the Left. If taxing the pensions and genuine planning reform remain goals, then I am happy to fight in the trenches for 30 year old Nick, put on my Sir Jimmy P.E jumper and salute Eating with Todd. I quite evidently agree that the income tax should be lowered. What do we fear? The flame of outrage which burnt in the souls of the youth over the lockdown bailout is being slowly transmuted into a set of vibes-based complaints about “professionals” being “taxed” for “redistribution.” This has gone hand-in-hand with an amusing redefinition of who “the youth” are, in 2020, it was understood that the youth are university students and teenagers who make up the future taxpayers. There is also an unfortunate biological dimension we must note as HBD realists, that, by the time you are 30, the eugenic gains of the state letting you keep money to have children begin to dwindle.
There is nothing wrong with redistribution if it follows eugenic lines. From a eugenics perspective, it is far more efficient to give this entire housing bloc to one of the top percentile attractiveness 17 year old males with 140+ IQ in the country, and then let him fill it with women chosen from a similar list to act as his wives with legalised elite polygyny, than it is to split each apartment into little nests for ‘high trust’ 34 year olds who will have 2.5 kids. Most people, of course, do not agree with me on this. Many wokes now have the Christ of Meritocracy knocking inside his head from dawn til dusk, yet their cortisol levels are too spiked by IPAs and chicken burgers to open the door. We shall instead provide an alternative means by which they might counter the ideology of Nick, 30 ans. That white collar Britain is, essentially, obsolete.
In George Orwell’s essay Such were the Joys the author recalls how, at a minor preparatory school, the Headmaster’s wife would threaten the boys with the future of becoming “a little office boy on £40 per year” unless they passed those Crucial exams. Going into “the City”, Orwell remembers his young self realising, meant a life of suburban drudgery, signifying subnormal intellectual achievement. The keys to fame, fortune and power came from either inherited wealth, military service, colonial enterprise (an avenue rapidly drying up), politics, industry, academic superachievement or Orwell’s eventual path of Journalism.