Vlad Tepes and I just had an interesting conversation prompted by his recent thoughts about the four stages of Western totalitarianism, which he lists as follows:
Stage one would be to change the fashion of the culture so that certain ideas or statements or kinds of speech or symbols would make you a pariah…
Stage two would be to criminalize it so that there was no longer a choice at all in the matter…
Stage three has now begun in the UK where you look into the past and persecute people who said things or used ideas and symbols that were central dogma to the period, meant no harm then, and had an utterly different context than they might under the new ideological regime and persecute them for it as if they had said these things today and meant them maliciously…
Stage four will be where those people on the list go to provide free labour to the state…
His post was prompted by a Daily Mail article about a British comedian named Jim Davidson who is now in hot water for saying evil racist and homophobic things many years ago.
I told Vlad that we have to mount a resistance before it becomes illegal to say such things, while it’s still just peer pressure and shaming.
That’s why I call different groups by their derogatory names. It’s my form of protest and defiance.
I say chink, wop, nigger, kike, gook, slant, spic, bohunk, polack, dago, frog, towelhead, camel-jockey, kraut, mick, taffy, jock, limey, honky, fag, dyke, retard, and cripple.
I call the announcer on the Weather channel the Weather Babe.
It’s my form of resistance.
I read the entire Mail article, and it made me really like Jim Davidson. And I was furious to see someone’s spirit broken that way. I hate to see once-proud human beings turned into pitiful, crawling, sniveling, pleading wretches.
The Powers That Be are able to emasculate Jim Davidson and others like him by employing the “you’ll never work in this town again” technique, the same one attempted (without success) against Diana West.
When that happens to you, all your income streams start to dry up. You may lose your mortgage. You have to draw down your savings account. Not only are you publicly humiliated and turned into a social pariah, but you suddenly face the prospect of penury and bankruptcy.
It’s the most common technique for maintaining total social control in the “Free World”. Not many people can stand up to that sort of treatment.
In the USSR it was guns, psycho wards, and the gulag. Here in the West it’s $$$.
That’s why the IRS is our equivalent of the KGB. Nothing can make a man’s bowels go loose like the arrival of a letter from the IRS.
Vlad maintains that we in the West will eventually arrive at Stage Four and live under the jackboot. But I don’t agree. The elites who run our multicultural utopia may never need to move on to Stage Four. They seem to have achieved total mind control without it.
A few days ago a teenage white girl in upstate New York was attacked by five black girls. Her face was cut from top to bottom with a razor, and required 47 stitches.
When someone in the comments section of the news story pointed out the race of the gang that attacked the girl, the girl’s mother went ballistic, lashing out at the “racists” with angry obscenities. She then launched a campaign on Facebook to champion diversity and discredit the people who dared to discuss the racial aspects of the wanton crime that disfigured her daughter.
I tell you, Vlad, they have got our minds right. It will take universal deprogramming to change the situation. The gulag is not necessary to keep us in line.
Not until the currency collapses, anyway. Then it will be an entirely different matter. When people can no longer buy iPads and Air Jordans, all bets are off.
That’s when the system fails. But it won’t fail ideologically. It has already triumphed completely.
Listen to everyone, even real conservatives, when they say something even slightly critical of immigration or multiculturalism. They begin by saying “I’m not a racist, but…” That’s a sure sign that PC has achieved hegemony in our culture.
To resist, we must say: “I’m a racist. Deal with it.”
Or: “I don’t care for poofters. So what?”
Or even: “There are far too many handicapped parking spaces. This is insane.”
The way to deny the PC/MC overlords their hegemony is to refuse to allow their memes to invade your mind and control what you say. Resistance, at least initially, must be fully conscious. Your mouth has to be forced to say things that utterly terrify you. You know that you will be cast into the Outer Darkness for saying them, but you say them anyway.
Repeat after me: “There’s no more hard work for poor old Old Uncle Ned, for he’s gone where the good darkies go.”*
* For a really unbowdlerized lyric for “Uncle Ned”, see this version.
Hat tip for the Last Refuge post: Takuan Seiyo.