Tuesday, 16 August 2016

MEMO TO THE LEFT: YOU WON. SO WHY THE LONG FACE?



Well, look happy. We won, didn’t we?”
Michael Caine’s character Charlie Croker in The Italian Job


With the English Football Premier League having started, a footballing metaphor does not seem impertinent. Imagine a football team – or soccer team, for my American browsers – who face opponents they are not expected to beat, or even force to a draw. In the event, this unfancied outfit triumph over the favourites, beating them 9-1. The only consolation goal for the stunned losers is a disputed penalty in the last minute of play.
In the customary post-match interview, the victorious underdog manager, or coach, is far from exultant. Instead, he complains constantly about the penalty. He claims it should never have been given in the first place, that the result was not a fair one, and that the referee is an incompetent. He goes as far as suggesting that a better referee - a black man, say, or a woman - would not have allowed this travesty of justice to have taken place. Finally, when one of the puzzled journalists attending the press conference asks if, surely, the man is not happy with the result, the manager storms out of the interview with a face like thunder.
If you have managed to perform this little thought-experiment, then you now have a reasonably accurate portrait of the contemporary Western political Left. When they should be basking in the warm glow of cultural victory, the Left will not stop whining about the injustice of it all, of anything and everything. Be it the lack of transgender toilets in Arkansas, the UK Referendum on the EU, Jews – although they keep that quiet – the lack of black actors in execrable TV dramas, the lack of women in the construction industry, the lack of homosexuals more or less everywhere, Donald Trump, Nazis, the occasionally only 4-star treatment of violent immigrant Muslim ingrates, or anything else from a list increasing seemingly weekly, the Left have got a face like a wet weekend about it. One only has to consult that ubiquitous kindergarten of the pieties, Facebook, to get a taste of the vintage of sour grape on offer.
Facebook is, I feel, a reasonably indicative social barometer, although I fully appreciate the fact that one’s virtual friends probably tend to be much like oneself and so it is scarcely a thoroughly reliable straw poll. Then again, that is exactly my point. I probably had 100 ‘friends’ on Facebook, many of whom I don’t recall ever having met, although there may be extenuating reasons for that lack of recall. Of my 100 online chums, I would say that not only did fewer than ten seem in any way Right-wing in their political predilections, but that the same amount were not situated between the calibrations of Left-wing and Far-Left-Wing although, as the BBC will confirm, ‘Far-Left’ is a non-phrase. There is only the far Right.
Since the EU Referendum, expected and promised by a Prime Minister of such monumental foolishness and incompetence one can only shake one’s head and pass on, Facebook has resembled a rainy afternoon in a Salford graveyard. You would think these people had lost a child. The most intelligent Leftist I have ever met took to bawling like a petulant child about the failed exercise of democracy, and thereby hangs a tale. He is actually a man who, when I pointed out that Stalin killed far more innocents than Hitler, claimed mumblingly that figures were hard to confirm.
There are two main points of relevance concerning the UK referendum on the EU. The first is simply pragmatic, the second, if anything, more psychological. I have long believed that there is a demonstrable psychopathology to Left-wing thought patterns, and I have notes toward an essay on the subject. For now, let us remain within the realm of the uncomplicated and non-technical.
Point the first concerning the ‘decision to leave the EU’ is that it will never happen de facto. There will be a compound series of fudges whereby everything remains essentially the same while being variously renamed, in the same way that a Roman army commander once told the captains beneath him regularly to rename their cohorts to promote the illusion of progress. The EU is in too much financial and social trouble to allow dissidence to set a precedent. These people do, unfortunately, rule a goodly part of the world, and if any merry Brexiteer thinks she struck a blow for democracy on June 23, she must think again. Democracy – from the Ancient Greek demos, the people, and kratos, power – is firmly in the crosshairs of people like Jean-Claude Juncker, the anonymous ex-Communist deliberately chosen for his role because he makes Philip Larkin look like Alice Cooper. Britain is not leaving the EU in anything but name.
With this very much in mind, we turn to the second point, that which concerns the psychopathology of the Left. Leftist thought patterns are not patterns as such but regular geometrical designs. There is no room for irregularity for the Leftist mind. A question is not possible for the Leftist – there are only answers, and they have them.
Peak humanity passed in the last century. Whether it be instantiated by the landing of a man on the moon or Martin Heidegger’s Being and Time, whether it be the internet or The Wasteland, the time for genius is past because the time of the white man is passing. There will now be a period – decades? Centuries? – of reverse social and intellectual de-evolution during which civilisation will go backwards in time, like a rewind of the famous clothes shop scene in H G Wells’s The Time Machine.
The Left run education. If you are found to have any Right-wing sympathies – and your potential employers will look, and look again – you will not work in the British education system.
The Left control the media, or at least its narrative. Again, the BBC simply will not employ you if they find a comment on social media that suggests a world other than that they inhabit. I don’t believe, however, that the Left accept that there is a bias to the press or, if they do, they wheel out the Rupert Murdoch Guy Fawkes dummy and stone it for a while until their frenzy has passed and they can comfortingly tell themselves that any bias is towards the Right, as if the political Right still existed in any meaningful sense.
The Left control politics. To reiterate what I said in the last postcard, anyone who believes the likes of Cameron, May, Gove, Johnson and any of the other poseurs of the putative British Right are actuallt Right wing, or Conservative, probably believes televised wrestling matches could go either way.
The Left control culture. Pitch a TV drama to an entertainment executive which concerns the odyssey of a Syrian family as thet try to gain asylum in Europe, and focus on the terrible racism they have to overcome, and you will ring the lemons. Pitch to the same person a script concerning the Rotherham and Oxford Muslim rape gangs and they will quite possible call the police.
The Left have won. The long Gramscian march through the institutions is all but over, and all that is left is the show trials and the gulags for dissidents.
So, Lefties. Look happy. You won, didn't you?

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