The Reboot of Socialism

When the subversive leftists try to dismiss Western culture and civilisation as something entirely revolting, something to be rebuked and dismantled at every turn, I really do wonder who they think they are kidding. I wonder if they appreciate quite how much they have bitten off; what manner of mountain they have given themselves to climb. From Robin DiAngelo to Emily Thornberry, I wonder if they understand the true depths of the forces they have arranged themselves against; thousands of years of heritage and even biological fact. I almost admire their balls.

Though the digital quickening amplifies their voice, it doesn’t give their arguments a shred more substance. Their increasingly bitter and vitriolic assault on fact appears ever more to resemble a petulant toddler throwing a tantrum for being denied the ability to harm themselves. The three-year-old, red in the face and tear-streaked, being prevented from playing with bleach or eating a lipstick. Any sane parent is unmoved by this display of emotion. It self-evidently has zero credibility.

Reuters’ Tiffany Wu (along with Associated Press) signing off on the capitalisation of the word ‘black’ – but not ‘white’, of course – is just one symptom of this absurd stance. Just the screeching of a barely conscious infant who understands nothing of the world nor the people or objects within it. Like something straight from the script of the movie Idiocracy; both revealing, comical and more than faintly worrying.

Do they imagine that their tweets and posts cause more than a scratch? Do they suppose that their crusade is viewed by all but their diehard partisans as anything other than a type of madness? Do they hope that the foundations and edifices of the West will be rocked or demolished by their petty nonsense? I suspect that they do. It appears as though they genuinely do believe they are fighting the good fight, that they are on the ‘right side of history’, that justice and righteousness are in their corner.

And yet we, the adults, have barely begun to fight back, barely begun the process of denying them their goals.

Their risible reactions to being called out for their insanity is evidence enough. They variously claim that their culture war isn’t happening at all, then in the same breath exult in their victories and lament their losses. This is the chocolate-smeared face of a guilty pre-schooler, insisting that they haven’t stolen or eaten any chocolate what-so-ever, and that there was never any chocolate in the first place, and that besides, it was the dog that ate the chocolate, not them. Flailing incoherence. The responsible adult being left feeling unsure whether to react with wry laughter or furious indignation.

When I look back at the chronicle of the long and blood-soaked struggle between Socialism and the myriad forces opposed to it, I cannot escape the feeling that our generations’ incarnation is akin to a lazy and derivative reboot. An embarrassing shadow of something that once commanded real respect. A Ghostbusters 2016 version of Marxism. Where once there were titans among men – for all their wrong-headedness – like Engels or Trotsky, now we are treated to the likes of Owen Jones or Cenk Uygur. Vaush and Kyle Kulinski. Brian Stelter and little Fredo Cuomo. These are children, boys posing as men; schoolboys trying to wear the skin of those who command actual authority.

Like the apparently endless sequels in the Terminator franchise, we find ourselves left with nothing more than the stomach-churning and poisonous residue of something that once was weighty, little more than a telling and mortifying stain. Where once Socialism was an enemy to be truly feared, now it is a parody of a parody, nothing but empty bluster. A transparent sham.

The leftists, for all their superficial success in their onslaught against Western civilisation, are in fact faced with a far more difficult task than their opponents. They stand against a vast wall of history and heritage which, though they are implacably opposed to, will not just disappear. Our shared culture and tradition will not be crushed by their hysterical blubbing. Our cathedrals – both actual and metaphysical – cannot all be torn down by their grotesque perversion. The rebooted Socialism they peddle is paper thin, it can be torn to shreds with ease. Let’s do that.