Why Polanski could be Prime Minister
And why he will be replaced by Andrew Tate
I recently had a terrifying vision I believe I must share, the terrible inverted parody of the Meritocratic Dialogues.
As I noted in my last treatment of him, what’s scary about Polanski is that he resembles, for the first time, the sort of person who led far-right politics in the early 21st century successfully capturing a left-wing party. Yes, this means he is a bit dumber than the other Wokes but it also makes him less principled, more driven and more ruthless. The most frightening thing about him is that Polanski is the first leader of the British Left who has absolutely no, even pretended, connection to the Marxist tradition; something Corbyn at least LARPed as occasionally. He is deaf to the faintest echo of the once booming, magisterial voice which spoke of seeing society as a dialectic of material forces which can be analysed to predict the trajectory of successful political action. Polanski’s ideology, such as it is, appears to have been a sort of Otto Englishism and he doesn’t even seem that preoccupied with climate change. Zack Polanski is a man who didn’t post about Gaza until 2025 and has somehow convinced EyeUp Lovely Xdotcom that he is their leader.
Consider, for example, Polanski’s NATO policy. In saying he’d withdraw Britain from NATO Polanski is now the most radical politician in British public life, yet, he has very cunningly premised this on Donald Trump being President of America. In 2034, this means he can follow the German Greens and become, overnight, the champion of Militarism and war with Russia; winning the Hamish-Gordon vote with his Left-wing audience too traumatised by Reform and inspired by ‘hope’ of revenge to care.
As many have noted, Polanski’s life has been a failure. About two years ago I read a biography of Vladimir Putin and was struck by Putin’s time as a taxi driver, in his early 40s, in St. Petersburg. Here was a man who had done everything right. He had gone to university and gotten a Ph.D, he had served the state in what society held to be an honourable office. Here he was while others, no doubt a few personally known to him, were enriching themselves through brigandage, forced to work a menial job. It was apparently, according to Russians with Attitude, around this time that Putin, in the company of friends, began rubbing his fingers together in a ‘Money’ sign after rhetorically asking them what the meaning of life was. At that moment it was obvious to me this was the real ‘making of Vladimir Putin’; everything, I am sure, Putin does is impelled by the part of his brain telling him that if he doesn’t keep moving, he will go back to driving a little car around St. Petersburg.
Polanski achieved some early success in life insofar as he is a grammar school boy. He passed a test giving him access to a special school which instilled in him, however much he’d resent it consciously, some latent belief that he is clever. Since then, up until 2025, his life was a long string of disappointments – failures, on account of their treachery towards early promise, he must’ve interpreted via verdict on the universe as godless, cruel and unfriendly.
