Tuesday, 27 December 2016

AND THE WINNER OF 2016 IS… A CARTOON FROG?



We are the boys who will stop your little game.
Theme song from British TV show Dad’s Army



That’s not who we are.
Almost every Western politician commenting on the possibility of reducing or controlling immigration



Lord Byron famously said, after the publication of his poem Childe Harolde, that he ‘awoke one morning and found myself famous’. The Alt. Right, whatever that may turn out to be, might be excused for feeling much the same way after the inadvertent publicity given to them by Hillary Clinton. Since then, every other feature on the reputed Alt. Right sites has been entitled ‘What is the Alt. Right?’ So far, answer came there none. Although there are certainly overlapping memes, themes and phonemes among the various practitioners of a rapidly evolving mindset, there is absolutely no consensus, and this lack of doctrine may turn out to be a very good thing indeed.

Since Clinton attacked the Alt. Right as part of her increasingly desperate fusillade against an insouciant Donald Trump, she appears only to have given that nebulous online collective what the British press are fond of calling ‘the oxygen of publicity’. Oxygen is, of course, necessary for the maintenance of human life. In excess doses, however, it can lead to fits of laughter, and the good burghers and unofficial gauleiters of the Alt. Right can be forgiven for sniggering at this strange woman and her choice of targets. But what exactly was her target? She almost certainly doesn’t know, but then again those writers who are bracketed with the Alt. Right are themselves vague on the details. This lack of foundation may, however, be a strength rather than a weakness.

Since the Alt. Right was spot-lit by the Klieg light of Team Clinton’s attention, the MSM has begun to follow, eventually, its own attention, to paraphrase Kinglsey Amis, wheeling slowly around like a flotilla of old ships. Always late to the really good parties, the MSM is slowly joining in, aghast at this rowdy new untutored rabble, its appetite whet by the fact that these people actually have the temerity to call themselves explicitly creatures of the political Right. The MSM definitions, predictably, are pithy and rabid. The Alt. Right are fascists, racists and neo-Nazis; these and other colourful terms are stored on the F keys of Western bien pensant journos. But among the undefined Alt. Right community itself, although there have been attempts to provide definitive micro-manifestoes, this is a movement as nebulous as Al Qaeda.

The Alt. Right’s strength may very well be that, while it is providing a haven for the politically disaffected who retain their conviction, it is not anything that can be reduced to doctrine, manifesto or the intellectual lockstep beloved of the Left. It is not a political party, nor could it form one at present. It is not a set of consensual dogma or agreed ideology. It is wildly disparate, with some of its ‘members’ openly antagonistic to others.

The Alt. Right, on a personal note, leaves much to be desired. Personally, the only time I lose interest completely is when a new Star Wars or Batman film comes out, and most of the Alt. Right suddenly act as though they were kittens chasing a flashlight beam around a kitchen floor. Perhaps I am just middle-aged, and the Alt. Right is a young man’s game.

It’s certainly a man’s game. The ratio of men to women - if it’s not too offensive to stick to those archaic old terms - is heavily weighted. This, of course, will immediately enrage feminists, the same ones who provide blustering and slippery apologetics for the treatment of women in Islamic culture. It’s also predominantly a white man’s game, again guaranteed to stick lit matches between the toes of SJWs everywhere.

Now, Clinton has failed, as did the entire Grand National-sized field of defeated Republican potential nominees, and Trump has been presented with the keys to the Last-Chance Saloon. As a consequence of this upset apple-cart, the Alt. Right must either find its attendant niche, or let that role form naturally. With his every crass, vulgar, blustering throwaway line, the media has clutched its pearls in an orgy of virtue-signalling and awaited Trump’s horrid down-tumbling. It has not, at the time of writing, arrived. The focus groups cannot believe their tired eyes. Trump seemingly deals with every attack, ideological or personal, in the same way P G Wodehouse’s Bertie Wooster invokes The Scarlet Pimpernel as

“…laughing down from lazy eyelids and nicking a speck of dust from the irreproachable Mechelin lace at my wrists.”

It may be that this ease of deflection, like a karate master swatting away a blow, is part of Trump’s appeal to the Alt. Right. The time when SJWs can win an argument simply by shrieking one of their weaponised lexicon – the -ist words - at offending parties may be coming to an end, and Trump may be the herald of a welcome end to ideological tyranny. But, until the glorious revolution, who and what are the Alt. Rightists? Are they the brave maquis fighters of resistance, or posers and ideological fashionistas surfing a zeitgeist because it’s the new game in town?

The belief system of the Alt. Right – outside of a clear commitment to white nationalism - is not easy to define, but a famous legal aside may go a long way towards, if not a definition, then at least a heuristic principle. In an American legal case (Jacobellis vs. Ohio, 1964), Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart was required was required to provide a definition of pornography. He took the advice of his law clerk, Alan Novak, who told him;

“Mr. Justice, you will know it when you see it.”

And by their works shall ye also know the Alt. Right because, in bold defiance of the post-war trends in Western political discourse, they are not the Left. Conservatives in the UK, Republicans in the USA, and the various token ‘Rightist’ parties in Europe have, from World War II until very recently, actually been Left wing, quite strongly so in the UK. Now the Alt. Right is here, and it actually is Conservative, not simply the equivalent of RINOs.

Not only do they oppose SJWs, politicians, students and their tutors, the media, public sector chiefs, NGOs and the whole sickly caravan train of modern – or rather post-modern – Left-Liberalism, the Alt. Right goes into places the Left would not dare to enter, as though the concepts of race and IQ, white nationalism, Islam as a violent ideology, fixed biological gender identity, freedom of speech and so on were shrunken heads on bamboo poles circling a village deep in the African heart of darkness. The Alt. Right will go cheerfully into areas of investigation the Left have been trained to screen out with electro-convulsive thoroughness. Where the Alt. Right thrives on debate and its necessary friction, the Left could not even conceive that there might be two sides to a debate on, say, racial genetic differences. Those on the Left have iPersonalities, identical and pre-programmed. The Alt. Right is refreshing and vital because of their internal divisions and conflicts, not despite them. It will grow because of disagreement, not consensus.

This is precisely the power of this new political movement; it has no dogma, no creed, no canon. It does not, therefore, carry with it the baggage of religion in a – Islam excepted – largely post-religious era in the West. When you take the religion out of William James’s varieties of religious experience, you are still left with the ideological framework which held religion in place. Religion required heretics, and the Left have absolutely continued that founding tradition. Apart from necessary internecine squabbling, Alt. Right writers do not tend to demonise dissidents de jure – even if they do so on occasion de facto - precisely because the Alt. Right does not march in ideological lockstep.

Now, all this is a sketch, but one aspect of the Alt. Right seems to me to stand above others, and it’s the quote attributed Steve Sailer and stating that political correctness consists in not noticing. More, even if you do notice, PC and its paramilitary enforcers command that you do not publicly acknowledge that recognition. Political correctness and its enforcement form a large part of the Left’s playbook. If, as Sailer writes, political correctness consists in not noticing, then the Alt. Right notices, if it does anything significant at all. Like little Toto pulling back the curtain to reveal the mighty Oz as actually a bumbling old man pulling on switches and levers, Alt. Right scribblers are looking into nooks and crannies they have been specifically ordered not to inspect. When set in the context of, to take one of many possible examples, the ongoing and self-inflicted European jihad currently taking place, the Alt. Right is doing a lot of noticing. Can the same be said of the elite authorities, and their provisional wing in the media?

The Alt. Right absolutely do not fit the prevailing modus operandi of the elites and their courtiers. They are saying the unsayable, noticing that which the elites wish hid, pointing the finger at minorities deemed off-limits by the thought police, criticising the gods themselves. It is worth pointing out – as it seems inevitable – that affiliating yourself with the Alt. Right will become an increasingly dangerous thing to do. The political class and their globalist eminences grises will be sure to come after the movement should it gain too much purchase on disillusioned Western minds.

But for now, the Alt. Right is in the ascendant not simply because its renegades and mavericks defy the nominal Left, but because they have also exposed the fraudulent behaviour of the putative Right, the notorious ‘cucks’. They are anti-zeitgeist, anti-establishment, and anti-consensus. As such, the Alt. Right are not marching in time, but out of time, in all the senses of that phrase.

Whatever else the Alt. Right should do, it should not make the mistakes the Left have not only made but elevated into doctrine; they must not mechanise their thought. The fascination the Left has for the imagery, metaphor and implications of machinery and engineering deserves far fuller treatment, but it is a defining trait of Progressives across the West. The idea that reality, social order, economies and people can be tinkered with, calibrated, adapted, customised and repaired by a beneficial elite is a hallmark of the Left. What the Right should have offered, and what the Alt. Right still can, is an organic alternative, a working metaphor from nature rather than from Blake’s ‘Dark, Satanic Mills.’ And, above all, they must continue to notice.




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