Not Tired of Winning Yet CLXXV
After a long pause, my “Not Tire of Winning Yet” series of columns will resume. Already I am backlogged, and cannot keep up. Many events are unfolded as second-order side effects showing a seismic shift in the political and social atmosphere.
It may be premature to say that Woke is dead, but it may not be. Woke has been struck a doughty blow and deep. The monster staggers and sways, gargling blood, eyes crossed, claws twitching and feet twisting. Let us see whether it falls.
Without the Deep State to fund and direct them, Project Mockingbird assets among the media may be overextended, and could be cut off with little effort. Without the media-propaganda complex, the Wall Street Plutocracy has little reason to pursue ESG scores, pander to DEI race-quotas, or kowtow to international NGOs seeking the decline of capitalism. Without Wall Street, the donor class, think tanks, and foundations pushing neomarxism are likewise devoid of support. All the dominos are swaying.
Is it time to count our chickens before they are hatched? Is it time to recognize that history is an exact science who outcome predicts our inevitable victory with the perfection of the Seldon Plan?
Well, yes, it is time for that, but we won’t because then we would not have the dour outlook needed as a prerequisite to be politically Conservative, or devotionally Catholic. We Children of Eve are exiles here, in bondage in Egypt, in a vale of tears, in the shadow of death. But, on the bright side, we will fear no evil.
So let us remark on why the chickens are hatching so early. Merely the announcement of Trump’s election, months before he takes office, has created beneficial repercussions.
Elon Musk is funding a lawsuit by the very popular actress Gina Carano for her wrongful firing. This is the first of endless battles against Wokehate and bigotry. American simply do not like bigotry.
President of Finland Alexander Stubb is talking about the need for Europe to take more responsibility for the Ukraine war, and calling for it to end. Which means NATO may begin to take responsibility for itself, and end the foolish war in Ukraine.
Steve Madden is halving his manufacturing interests in China over the next six months. The Iranian currency just crashed. Russia says it will buy products in US dollars, which means the yuen is not ready to replace the dollar as the world reserve currency. Europe is ready to buy natural gas from the US rather than from Russia, in order to avoid Trump’s tariffs. Which means the domestic and the international economy will come roaring back.
A migrant caravan has been preemptively stopped and turned away from the southern border by Mexico.
Hamas calls for an end to the war. The Iran-backed Houthis announced a ceasefire. Qatar outlawed the Hamas from their territory. The Houthis stopped attacking ships. Putin makes peace overtures. Xi Jinping says he is ready to strengthen relations with the US, and find grounds for mutual cooperation and coexistence. Which means, in sum, World War III has been called off.
There are simply too many wins to tally. Let me instead take an overview and mention Trump’s particular genius at leadership.
All these things are not being done because of Trump alone, but because a general change has happened in the Western mind over the past half decade or so. Trump surfed the curl, but he did not concoct the wave. That had been coming for a while. His genius was that he saw it, affixed his loyalty to it, bet his career and life on it, and fought, and fought, and fought. And the wave grew high and higher, carrying him aloft on the wild foamy crest.
And the wave shattered one of the strongholds of the enemy, the political establishment. The waters swirl about the second stronghold, the media monolith, which also sways on its base, its foundations of sand finally undermined.
The glory of that victory goes mostly to Elon Musk, who, on a plutocratic whim, and because he saw his own life’s work at hazard, like some bronzed hero from an Ayn Rand take defying the moochers and looters, and Elon bought Twitter. Few watched the election results on any mainstream outlet. They tuned into Rumble.
The lies of the Woke worldview were always brittle, and when these lies were past their hour of glory, they do not fade by slow erosion. They whole worldview shatters like glass. When a hivemind changes its mind, it is a preference cascade, as when a school of fish all change direction at once.
To liken small things to large, when Tolkien published THE HOBBIT in 1937, the sword-and-sorcery genre was so small that it had no name of its own, and books with fantasy or fairytale themes were consigned to the nursery room: so much so that when the Trilogy was published in 1953 (the same year the phrase “Sword and Sorcery” came into use), no mainstream reviewer knew what it was: there was no such thing, in those days, as a fairytale for grown ups. Tolkien reopened a vein of buried ore that for two generations or more had slept untapped, unexploited, unworked.
When Trump rode down the golden escalator at Trump tower, and announced and end to an open border policy, he tapped into a vein of public vexation which long and provoked the voter, but which no major party acknowledged. Indeed, having for so long seen the world as divided between pro-Big Business GOP and pro-Big Government Dems, no mainstream pundit knew what Trump was: a populist.
There was no such thing in those days as a political figure who sided with the workingman, the union man, the factory hand, the farm hand, but also favored the oil industry, the steel industry, the auto industry, opposed Big Pharma, favored the military at full fighting strength, and hated any overseas wars. There are many to this day who cannot fathom what he is. so they call him a fascist, which is their word for anyone who opposes the creeping fascism of their party.
For the record, a fascist, as defined by Mussolini, who coined the term, supports an autocratic totalitarian plutocracy, that is, the union of Big Business and Big Government into one combined power suffering no limits, no checks, no balances.
Please note the modern Democrat Party, pursuing the current policies of foreign war, price controls, high taxes, Green New Deal, open borders, voter fraud, pandemic tyranny, censorship, weaponized legal system, and authorized riots by BLM and Antifas, are fascists. The system is an intertwined and mutually dependent alliance of compliant media controlled by the intelligence community, Academia controlled by political correctness, a fawning and shamelessly servile popular entertainment cartel controlled by banking interests, and a political class controlled by a donor class.
How did one man defy such wicked strength, so deeply entrenched, so long established?
Trump listened to people. He listens with open ear to high and low alike, to poolboys and billionaires, waitresses and heads of state, golfers and generals, teenaged boys and rocket scientists building robot cars.
He listened to the border patrol to discover the facts on the ground and what elements were needed for an effect border wall. He listened to cops to discover the depth and depravity of the child trafficking rings his justice department crushed. He listened not just to phone generals in the Pentagon but to fighting men on the ground in the Middle East, to find out how to smash ISIS in a matter of weeks rather than years, merely by changing the rules of engagement and adopting common sense tactics. And, yes he talked to NATO and found out they were not paying their tithes. He talked to Putin and halted the Ukraine war. He halted Nord Stream II. He talked with sane people and halted the Green New Deal and the Paris Climate Accord and the satanically stupid Iran Nuclear Deal. He talked with North Korea, and halted missile firings in Japanese airspace.
He talked with his statuesque son Barron, who convinced him ignore the mainstream media, and to talk instead to Joe Rogan, and this most leftwing of leftwing commentators (Rogan was a Bernie Bro) in the final hour endorsed Trump for President.
And he talked with Robert Kennedy Jr about Big Pharma. He talked with Vivek Ramaswamy about cryptocurrency and bitcoin. He talked with Elon Musk about a Department of Government Efficiency. He talked with JD Vance and sent him to talk to the press and the mainstream media, and now the media is no longer mainstream, as no one with the wisdom of the common man trusts or believes their lies.
I have seen Trump talking with heads of state and also with the shift manager at McDonalds. I have seen Trump talk with Tyrus, and found out little benevolent anecdotes of philanthropy and human kindness from Trump’s past this alleged narcissist never talks about in public.
Trump is a humble egomaniac. He puts his name on all his proud towers and beautiful golf links, but also belittles himself with winning humor.
And he listens to the common man standing in common boots either prepping to deploy to battle or readying to erect a skyscraper.
The man listened to America and so he heard her when she stirred in his long sleep, came awake, and through off the addictive, sick opium dream of Woke Utopia.
The opium dream that promised paradise would emerge if only we squandered our wealth, burned our cities, surrendered our borders, and hated men based on race.
They promised that calling us racist, sexist, homophobic, islamophobic, transphonic, deplorable Nazis fascist garbage, ostracizing us, silencing us, censoring us, robbing us of life and livelihood, burning our cities, beating and killed those who resisted, arresting and trying those who fought back, and by committing outrageously obvious massive voter fraud on a continental scale, they would erase Western civilization, topple God from his throne, uplift haughty Lucifer above the morning star, and rejoice in a manmade paradise sure to spring spontaneously into being out of nothing and for no reason, utopian towers taller than clouds leaping up from the mountains of skulls these barbarians pile up.
We are now awake.
Let the opium merchants peddle hatred now foreswear burning flags and trampling crosses. Let them throw down their arms and sue for peace if they wish to escape merciless and dire retribution.
We are in no mood to forgive.
I close with a word of warning from one of Trump’s more outspoken counselors.
About John C Wright
John C. Wright is a practicing philosopher, a retired attorney, newspaperman, and newspaper editor, and a published author of science fiction. Once a Houyhnhnm, he was expelled from the august ranks of purely rational beings when he fell in love; but retains an honorary title.
