The cattle commentariat have, after years of thieving from anonymous accounts, alighted on a demarcation line between themselves and those they pilfer from relentlessly. “The Very Online Right is in a purity spiral”, these self appointed Normie Ambassadors proclaim.
So out of step with the views of the Great British Public, believing that demographic decline is an existential threat instead of an excuse to dapple in cuisines otherwise unknown. If only these incels were as normal as the multitude of unkissed ‘policy wonks’ who are peevishly concerned with the closing times of pubs because licensed nightlife is the only sort which they are invited to take part in.
A vivid memory struck me when the first of these tweets began to arise. It was July of 2020 - the very first day that the Mask mandate came into force. I was, as was my liberty at the time, travelling across London. I had been pleased by the anti-lockdown sentience of my fellow travellers, of few whom had bothered to wear the muzzle.
It was on the second part of my journey that I was accosted; some old wrinkly sack of excrement started screaming at me. “DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE???”. Of course I did, and so much more. I visualised him choking on his own blood in an intensive care unit and thought that it would not be punishment enough. Here was a collaborator in an atrocity against my living standards with the gall to bark at me for not being complicit in his crime. At the very least such people should be enslaved to serve the young, and the then unborn.
I have no pity for anyone who was the age of majority in March 2020 who did not fight, in whatever small way, against the Covid panic. For the few of us who did will always carry the guilt that we did not do enough. How is it that such people are not plagued by suicidal ideations when they contemplate the mask is mystery enough to me. I cannot even begin to contemplate the tortures that the lost generations will inflict on us, as revenge, once they come of age.
“That others could exist
While she must finish quite
A jealousy of Her arose
So nearly infinite”
Lockdown, for me, was the breaking point for belief in ‘the normies’. Be as derisive as you like about Luke Tryl and his various polls, the reality that normal people are cattle who should be studiously ignored was made irresistible truth to anyone who had the misfortune of having an independent mind during those unfortunate months.
It is because of Lockdown that I take the following position, however uncomfortable, that within this Parliament the goals of the ‘Online Right’ should be structural and not ideological. That, whatever his flaws, Nigel Farage should be supported and not dismissed. Because whatever the force of Rupert Lowe’s argument, whatever the realities of demographic change; the fact remains that the voters through which power can be exercised remain, by too many numbers, bovine.
They do, as Farage adjudges, get spooked by terms such as ‘repatriation’. Feel that the deportation of family members for knowledge of the grooming gangs would be a stretch too far. Whilst they are ready to vote for a candidate which rejects the establishment principally, they would not vote in significant enough numbers (30% of the electorate) for party which would symbolically move beyond the Overton window of deportations and immigration restrictionism.
Farage is, objectively, a very successful ‘populist’ in the crudest sense of that term. Peter Hitchens said it best; “He appeals to English patriots because of, well, everything about him". He did not stand against lockdown when the herd was demanding it, he fights for ‘our Farmers’ and winter fuel payments against all fiscal logic. He has never wasted time or divided his coalition with social conservatism on contentious issues like abortion or ‘assisted dying’.