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The Labour Archipelago

The Labour Archipelago
Some brief thoughts and impressions of having a new government

There’s a scene in The Godfather when the thug with ambition, Solozzo, hears the news that despite his minions pumping five shots into Don Corleone, he’s still alive and recovering. Whacking the Godfather can solve many of your problems, but if you don’t do the job right, you’re in a world of pain.

This morning in Britain, we’re waking up to a new mob boss running the syndicate after our merry band of online pundits, and philosophers tried and failed to whack the old boss with the Zero Seats campaign. The campaign's purpose was to fundamentally break the spine of the oldest and most treacherous political party in history, hoping that the system's dynamics would be broken. Alas, Peter Hitchens and financial incentives targeting people in their 60s and 70s seem to have played the role of a Kevlar vest. The system remains stable, which is remarkable when discussing a democracy wherein one party can receive north of 4,000,000 votes and gain less representation in parliament than a party with 210,00 votes(!).

Setting out to write a brief post marking the occasion, I suppose my thoughts can be summed up as relief and trepidation. It is easy to say that none of this matters, that we merely switched from the blue team to the red team, but this isn’t entirely true. Fourteen years of lies and treachery were carried out by a party of the centre right, not the left. The Zero Seats campaign was a last gasp of purely negative energy belched out in sheer exasperation and exhaustion with the unbridled venality of an organization that presented itself as right-wing. This is no longer a concern because the loathsome Tory Party will no longer be around offering itself as a cucked piñata to be battered and curbed-stomped. On a personal level, I will no longer have to make podcast appearances or essays howling at the latest backstab or betrayal because those in power do not even pretend to represent traditional Britain.

Still, it appals me that the democratic system allows people to sabotage a great country and face no consequences beyond being ‘‘voted-out’’. British people are routinely raped and murdered by foreigners allowed in by politicians, and all we can hope for is to get them out of office. Accountability is supposed to take place at the ballot box; that’s where you’re allowed a little cathartic dopamine, a piss-poor substitute for a trial and gallows, but there we have it. Ephemeral catharsis for a superficial, childish system of governance. Oh, the rapes and murders are real, and the casual anti-white hatred on the streets is real, but any repercussions are wrapped up in soft padding like an infant’s playpen.

And so, as the scum of the Tory Party flies off to their new jobs within the NGO and Public Private Partnership networks, we’re staring down the barrel of ten years of hard Labour.

Writing in The Gulag Archipelago, Solzhenitsyn refers to the casual manner in which the Soviet regime would dish out sentences in a standardized and industrial manner. Ten years was the default sentence for pretty much everything, so much so that the unlucky denizens of the Gulag complex and Soviety society would refer to them as ‘‘tenners’’. Assuming Labour saw out two terms in office, the British people were casually handed ten years of hard labour today.

We’ve all got our tenner.

The grand charade of democracy in Britain has ended for the foreseeable future. We can cheer on populist or nationalist movements elsewhere, but there is simply hunkering down and enduring for us.

I do not doubt there’ll be a buzz about pushing Farage into a leadership position in the years ahead. I just refuse to stake my dwindling belief in the system on such jelly-like foundations that can melt at any moment. No, we must now grit our teeth and prepare ourselves psychologically for what will come. The end of the Tory cycle and the right generally being cast into the wilderness will, I think, result in more informal networks and organizations being created. Years of censorship and blatant institutional bias have inured many people with a profound cynicism that the regime finds uncomfortable, a faint whiff of which was on display in the run-up to the election in the Zero Seats memes and low turnout generally. Going down for a ten-stretch under Labour will exacerbate the atmosphere of secrecy and becoming accustomed to having a public face different from a private one.

Thanks to the Tories, the Labour Party has at its disposal the killer-death-ray weapon of the Online Harms Bill, which can censor anyone on the internet. And it is here that we come to the biggest question, which has transcended being a light-hearted bet between Academic Agent and Auron MacIntyre: Will they put the woke away?

If Labour goes down the Biden Regime route, we’ll be in for a hell of a ride, and, sad to say, I’ll be lucky to be still allowed a platform. If, as many on the British left currently fear, Starmer’s Labour become full Blairite technocrats, we’d see less craziness but more intrusive regulation and surveillance.

In the end, the reality is that the regimes governing the West are losing some of their agency because of unfolding geopolitical and financial realities. They simply cannot be fully anti-white and woke while expecting young white men to fight in the wars to come. Conversely, facing down China might incentivise the regime to become more like China regarding the dreaded digital credit systems.

I suppose people can take solace in the fact that Farage will be in parliament — that it isn’t all bad. But let us not kid ourselves either; we’re going down for a fiver, perhaps a tenner.

However, with the distraction of politics and our shambolic democracy removed as a distraction, it is another time to consider what all people must consider living under dictatorship: how do we survive this?

And such are more thoughts on this, the first day of the Labour Government.

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