The Overton Window And Morale: Reagan To Trump

Question: When was political correctness worse — in the early 1990s or now?

Answer: Yes.

It’s the shape of the Overton Window, or the range of ideas that can be discussed in the extended circles of one’s peers. Below are graphic representations of the changing mores, which I created on the basis of my observation. The x-axis represents the Left-Right ideological continuum, the y-axis quantifies the social acceptability of each point along that continuum. The bright part of the gradient marks the position of high morale.

Note: the notion of a political center is relative. What’s considered “far Right” is otherwise the healthy European norm but we are looking at Western politics in their modern expression, for better or worse.

Ronald Reagan: Morning in America

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It was a centrist era, with extreme viewpoints marginalized. If you were a communist, an AIDS activist, or conversely, a White nationalist, those were frustrating years. For everyone else though, the Eighties were an awesome, confident time. It was the apogee of civic nationalism, as I recently described its workings:

Civic nationalism appears to be incoherent or dishonest because it is. But as recently as three decades ago it worked because it was a compromise that relied on a tacit agreement among U.S. citizens of all backgrounds that the national culture will be based on Protestant values, that Whites are going to be a solid majority with the responsibility of running the country, that minorities (such a quaint word now) will enjoy the fruits of our labor and retain a desired measure of autonomy while remaining respectful of the prevailing norms, and that immigrants, allowed in on a color-blind basis, will “assimilate.” Also — and this was key — that certain taboos will be honored in a let’s not discuss it way, said taboos hinging on the more uncomfortable realities of human biodiversity and Whites’ natural disgust with mixing.

The theme song of the Reagan era is John Mellenkamp’s “Pink Houses.” The song is part landscape painting, part unheeded warning.

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I’m skipping over the George H.W. Bush term, which was a transition from Reagan to…


Bill Clinton: The End of History

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See the massing shift left, toward globalism and its subsidiary ideologies multiculturalism and resurgent feminism. The Left’s vanguard found its voice in Political Correctness, which was more benign than its present SJW iteration but which, in the Left’s monopoly on consensus at the time, made lonely men of dissidents. On two occasions, dissidents’ wives and children were murdered by U.S. federal agents.

The theme song of the Clinton era is the Scorpions’ “Winds of Change.” It’s about the high hopes early in the decade. Americans, Europeans, and Russians could have been partners in a resurgent Western Civilization, but that’s not how things had worked out.

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George W. Bush: Freedom Fries

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Look at that rightward lurch. It’s the apparent restoration of centrism under George W. Bush. But lying runs in that family, and Bush’s promises of restoring honor and humility were lies. Meanwhile, the Left was consolidating their gains from the early ’90s culture war. The public reveled in counterfeit prosperity until the housing boom broke the country’s middle class.

The music theme of the GWB era is Green Day’s “American Idiot” album. Sometimes even lefties notice the subliminal mind-fuck. It wasn’t a redneck agenda that drove the events, but there was an agenda. We didn’t pulverize the Eiffel Tower, but French kids were marked for death in its shadow.

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Barack Obama: “You Didn’t Build That”

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Hey, what’s that light on the far right?

Under Obama’s second term, the establishment dropped the liberal cloak that concealed their White genocide program. Dormant over the latter half of the 1990s and through Bush’s terms, political correctness returned as a malignant SJW strain — but unlike in the Clinton era, there was now an ascendant alternative Right. The dark middle of the graph is the center that would not hold.

Anything by Beyoncé will do as the soundtrack of the Obama era: a fake-talent bleached African strutting around and demanding a ring.

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Donald Trump (so far): No-Man’s Land

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Thirty years ago, centrism suppressed any expressions of relative extremism from both the Left or the Right. But as you’ve followed the spasms of the ideological consensus, you saw it first pull left, then split apart. Today, to be a moderate is to be stranded in no-man’s land, drawing fire from both sides.

What is the music of the nascent Trump era?

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Civic Nationalism

“When white people hear race, they think black, brown, red, and yellow; they don’t think white. That’s why white people can say, “Why don’t you people stop talking about race?” They believe that they are Americans. They don’t have a race. They think they don’t have a commitment to a particular ideology other than an ostensible neutrality and objectivity.” —Michael Eric Dyson

Dyson is describing civic nationalism. He might hear such pleas from conservatives and people who are squeamish about White identity in front of him. What does “American” mean any more? An Eritrean was recently hailed as the first American to win the Boston Marathon since [year]. You can’t even say I am a native American because that already means something else. All thirty two of your great-great-great-grandparents were born here and you aren’t a native American.

At the university, I pushed back on political correctness by relying on similar civic nationalism, my take being that our study of literature should focus on higher things, Matthew Arnold’s “best that had been said and thought” rather than the alien-sounding grievance poem by an ugly Chinese immigrant woman. I had little idea of identity then and I unquestioningly thought of myself as an American because I was white (lower case back then), responsible, hard-working, and an Army veteran.

That whole construction fell apart with the manic messages of inclusiveness, the dilution of the country with ongoing immigration, and the promotion of adversarial identity politics for everyone except us. White identity is a place we are being pushed to. Only an abject cuck, at this point — or a creature of habit and caked-up mental ear-wax — will look around and still insist that we are all Americans. What does American mean, if it officially means “everybody”?

We all experienced that moment when the immigration-invasion finally feels real. For one Irish-American, it happened last summer when the two of us drove into a state park and saw teeming masses of Mestizo families walking, pulling their coolers on their way to picnic. There were thousands of them. The shirtless men glared at us and the children were monstrously obese. It was like passing through a hostile foreign country.

Civic nationalism appears to be incoherent or dishonest because it is. But as recently as three decades ago it worked because it was a compromise that relied on a tacit agreement among U.S. citizens of all backgrounds that the national culture will be based on Protestant values, that Whites are going to be a solid majority with the responsibility of running the country, that minorities (such a quaint word now) will enjoy the fruits of our labor and retain a desired measure of autonomy while remaining respectful of the prevailing norms, and that immigrants, allowed in on a color-blind basis, will “assimilate.” Also — and this was key — that certain taboos will be honored in a let’s not discuss it way, said taboos hinging on the more uncomfortable realities of human biodiversity and Whites’ natural disgust with mixing.

That may have been workable in perpetuity as long as the numbers worked. But they had to open the borders, weaponize the blacks, open the borders some more, demoralize Whites, and openly declare a war of genocide against Whites.

When someone thirty years ago said: “Why don’t you people stop talking about race? can’t we all just be Americans?” — he was defending that civic nationalist arrangement I described above. People still say it out of habit or manners. But otherwise, nobody believes it any longer.

As Suburban_elk succinctly puts it, “[The Alt-Right] is quite simply the anecdote to that.” Under the pressure of neoliberalism, the European diaspora people of North America are securing their existence and a future for their children by discarding civic nationalism and developing a consciousness of their real identity. The future might be a great White Nation, or it can be a further refinement of identities along regional or cultural lines. Amazing things happen when people understand what they want and they go for it.

The Emmett Till Myth

How it began:

[21-year-old married White woman Carolyn] Bryant testified during the murder trial that Till grabbed her hand while she was stocking candy and said, “How about a date, baby?” She said that after she freed herself from his grasp, the young man followed her to the cash register, grabbed her waist and said, “What’s the matter baby, can’t you take it?” Bryant said she freed herself, and Till said, “You needn’t be afraid of me, baby,” used “one ‘unprintable’ word” and said “I’ve been with white women before.”

A healthy man’s blood temperature spikes as he reads that. In response, her husband with the help of other men (including definitely one and possibly two who were Black) tracked him down and killed him.

The incident was chosen by the national media to be spotlighted because a number of things, including Till’s young age of 14 and his diminutive-sounding first name, were suitable for crafting the event into a narrative-shaping story. All Americans watched the same news then and the journalism industry enjoyed high levels of public trust. There were no alternatives for presentation of facts or analysis. The media had godlike powers of directing public opinion.

Why is the killing of Emmett Till and the myth that it became so significant? Because White men have always lived and thrived on an honor code. Roy Bryant (Carolyn’s husband) did what honor required him to, starting with his obligation to protect his wife and to proactively address the insulting character of Till’s attack on her, just as women were, in turn, expected to live up to codes of honorable female behavior.

Elevating Till’s killing to a foundational morality tale of the so-called Civil Rights era was a coup against Western morality. Maudlin and ill-informed pity for Till subverted a social order based on masculine justice. I hope that this short analysis gives a clearer idea of how the dishonest interpretation of the incident helped emasculate America.

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Sixty years later, corporate media unsuccessfully tried to reboot the “innocent black victim” narrative with Trayvon Martin. The people who were tasked with finding a source story for a sensational news event were sloppy. For example, they assumed that George Zimmerman was White, that he lived in an expensive gated community, and they failed to look into Martin’s social media history.

I still consider July 13, 2013 — Zimmerman’s acquittal — to be the day that the Narrative collapsed. The big lie that Till was killed for whistling at a woman and that Martin was killed for eating Skittles died that summer.

If you read the linked summary of Emmett Till’s killing, remember his responsibility for setting off the chain of events that led to his death. A sexual attack on another man’s wife is a death sentence in every civilized as well as every barbaric society; in other words, in any society that abides by objective codes of morality. It was an honor killing. The ordeal of Christopher Newsom and Channon Christian, in contrast with what happened to Emmett Till and as a direct result of the anti-White libel that his killing was crafted into, was mere subhuman savagery.

What Is White Trash

But first, what’s not White trash? It is not White people who are:

  • Alcoholic
  • Criminal
  • Druggie
  • Fat
  • Illiterate
  • Irresponsible
  • Knocked-up
  • Lazy
  • Loud
  • Poor
  • Resigned
  • Rude
  • Slovenly
  • Smokers
  • Stupid
  • Tatted
  • Ugly
  • Uneducated
  • … or any combination of the above.

Such people are what the words above already describe them to be. I’m with vintage Donald Trump on that expression:

“What does that mean? You don’t joke about being White trash… that’s a pretty stinkin’ statement. I don’t like it as a joke. You shouldn’t use that expression anymore either. How stupid can you be?”

One exception. With its historic origins in the U.S. South, today that expression fits one specific failing of character. Here is an example of White trash: I see a little girl, like an angel, maybe five years old, running free with her golden hair in the sun. And running with her is Diversity.

White trash is that little girl’s negligent parents, who are imprinting her with intimacy with other races. White trash is a person who shits on his European heritage.

Happiness

Dr. Helen comments on a London School of Economics study that shows happiness peaking at the age of 23 and again at 69:

Notice that the theme here seems to be that people are happiest when not raising a family. Everyone in-between is probably dealing with a lot more stress.

What is this “happiness” they speak of? I’m alive and of alert mind, so I scan the landscape with cold hate every single day, but also with gratitude for the small things that make life a gift. The years between 23 and 69 are life’s in media res. At twenty-two, I had dropped out of college and worked two full-time restaurant jobs. And yet, having that smoke with the guys after work on a moonlit summer night made it a good year.

Nobody chooses his birth year and today neoliberalism aims to destroy everything we build, everything we value. So under the present deal, there are things that need to be done and snares to be avoided. Happiness is not the real thing, it is the sunlight that warms your skin when you strike the balance of performing your duty and enjoying your freedom. Other than that, there is silence, trees, and the open sky. It doesn’t take much to make me happy.

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Teen Pop Melody: What Do You Have?

You probably wanna be a little buzzed when reading this post.

If you’re a teenager of the 1950s, you have:

  • … many songs. Houellebecq noted in Elementary Particles that the 1950s teen culture was the heyday of romantic love, something about the era’s harmony of innocence and freedom. Not my time, but I associate the vibe with Bobby Vinton’s “Roses Are Red.”

If you’re a teenager of the 1960s, you have:

  • Beach Boys “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”

If you’re a teenager of the 1970s, you have:

  • Peter Frampton “Baby, I Love Your Way”

If you’re a teenager of the 1980s, you have:

  • [I have ordered my men to tie me to the mast lest the sirens of teenage highs and lows compel me to overload WordPress servers with ballads from that decade.]

If you’re a teenager of the 1990s, you have:

  • Mazzy Star “Fade Into You”
  • Guns N’ Roses “Don’t Cry”

If you’re a teenager of the 2000s, you have:

  • Avril Lavigne “I’m With You”
  • Fuel “Hemorrhage (In My Hands)”

If you’re a teenager of the 2010s, you have:

  • … what do you have?

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If you remember the 1980s, you will discharge one manly tear when watching this video: