Politically speaking, this enlightenment may mean more division, but division is a good thing if it awakens the owl of Minerva and ordinary people begin to understand why they are divided, that division was necessary for a slightly grander scheme, one happening on the floors far above them. The old-school media have even had to adjust to this now that their monopoly on opinionated editorial has gone, although that is their fault for letting insurrectionists like us in. There has been a good deal of political polarization and realization in my lifetime, and a certain amount of awareness has come along with it, largely due to the combination of the Internet and the resultant dissident journalism. They would not have thought through the minutiae. They might have said they were Conservative or Labour, but that would be mere tribalism, like supporting your favorite football team. When I was a teenager in England, many ordinary people asked in the street would not really have known if they were Left-wing or Right-wing. We know roughly where we are, like a boy scout in a forest with a wobbly little compass and a smudged and frayed orienteering map. What we mean politically by “the Right” and “the Left” in these strange and largely deluded times is a tale for another day, but I will use the terms here as what Jonathan Bowden called “intellectual shorthand.” They are heuristic terms which at least give us some guidance. When the bough breaks the cradle will fall. When the wind blows the cradle will rock. It puts me in mind of an English nursery rhyme I used to hear as a very small boy, when left and right was still something I had printed on my shoes or mittens: That is where we are with the globalist Left: them up the tree, us in the chair. It’s all good fun and schadenfreude until you change the situation slightly and you, the observer, are no longer watching amused from a distance, but have somehow been duct-taped to a kitchen chair right underneath the sawyer and the weighty, creaking branch.

He is energetically sawing away at the branch, but is sitting on the wrong side of the cut. We have all seen the famous visual gag, in comic books or silent movies, in which we see a man up a tree astride a heavy bough. Guillaume Faye, Convergence of Catastrophes

The social democratic welfare state, founded on the myth of progress, will collapse just as surely as, but with a much louder crash than the Communist system.

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