I hate the zampolits. Because in their world it matters not how good you are at your job, or who is relying on your wage at home, but what you think and vote for. Only the goodthinkers, in their mind, deserve a platform. And these zampolits are hated. For we know what liberty is, and want it, not fear.

Before we can speak candidly we working-to-middle-class white men have to quickly make sure no informants are around to rat us out. We have to be careful, because we know that one wrong word or action at work, in public, online, or even in the privacy of our own homes means losing our jobs and being publicly pilloried. It may even mean being persecuted by kangaroo courts, being bankrupted, or having your home raided by police.

We used to think the conservative machine had our back, that you would protect us from political correctness and left-wing pogroms. We working-to-middle class white men are your base, we thought you’d fight for us us. Maybe you’d let a nazi or two twist in the wind, but you’d at least have our backs. But now we’re the nazis for simply advocating what the people who beat the nazis did.

You don’t have our backs. Instead, you sneer at working-class whites. You call us, your fucking base, illiterate, crazy, and stupid. You attack us, the people you supposedly represent, as racist, the same slur leftists use against us to destroy our lives (and against you to score political points, but your heads are too far up your own asses to see the irony of that). You deride us and sneer at us at every turn.

But you aren’t even content to sneer at us. Instead, you traitorous bastards attack and mock us as cowards for writing anonymously because we don’t want to lose our jobs and be the subject of a national two minute hate. Not once did any of you even wonder why your base, the people you supposedly represent, have to hide behind pseudonyms and proxies simply to talk openly about politics. Instead, you insulted us for not wanting to lose our jobs.

Well, the zampolits want a convergence. They want no one having fun. They want everything safe, and “family friendly” (fathers need not apply). And it is affecting things. I don’t go to the rugby, and have just cancelled Sky TV, and I enjoy watching rugby. Because it is a vector for the politically correct. The poor professional players have to wear pink, because the narrative demands it.

The Archdruid suggests that the USA is divided on racial lines, and more importantly along income lines. A simple question defines this: how do you get your income? From investments, from a salaried job (white collar), from wages (generally blue collar) or from a welfare cheque? He then suggests that the bulk of the population, who survive on a wage, have done poorly. I would add that the salaried workers are fearful, lest they lose their jobs and drop into the waged group.

I grew up in the working class part of Auckland. There were a lot of social problems. But in my childhood, all the men I knew had jobs, and to be idle was a source of great shame. The working class and their systems of solidarity, from the unions to the church have been shattered, and their party, the Democrats in the USA and the Labour party in NZ, Australia, and the UK, has betrayed them to cater for the ephemeral concerns of the most recent social justice wounded tweets.

And the wage class? Over the last half century, the wage class has been destroyed.

In 1966 an American family with one breadwinner working full time at an hourly wage could count on having a home, a car, three square meals a day, and the other ordinary necessities of life, with some left over for the occasional luxury. In 2016, an American family with one breadwinner working full time at an hourly wage is as likely as not to end up living on the street, and a vast number of people who would happily work full time even under those conditions can find only part-time or temporary work when they can find any jobs at all. The catastrophic impoverishment and immiseration of the American wage class is one of the most massive political facts of our time—and it’s also one of the most unmentionable. Next to nobody is willing to talk about it, or even admit that it happened.

The destruction of the wage class was largely accomplished by way of two major shifts in American economic life. The first was the dismantling of the American industrial economy and its replacement by Third World sweatshops; the second was mass immigration from Third World countries. Both of these measures are ways of driving down wages—not, please note, salaries, returns on investment, or welfare payments—by slashing the number of wage-paying jobs, on the one hand, while boosting the number of people competing for them on the other. Both, in turn, were actively encouraged by government policies and, despite plenty of empty rhetoric on one or the other side of the Congressional aisle, both of them had, for all practical purposes, bipartisan support from the political establishment.

It’s probably going to be necessary to talk a bit about that last point. Both parties, despite occasional bursts of crocodile tears for American workers and their families, have backed the offshoring of jobs to the hilt.

In the bad, old, days, we did not have segregation where I lived. One of my best mates at primary school was Maori: the other two were white, and that was about the proportion in the school. But look at the photo. The little girl is dressed with love, and her mother is dressed neatly, attractively. They feel safe. There was segregation in the South, but there were jobs. Families were secure. And I could not say that about the poor white and black rural and urban ghettos in Atlanta. I’ve walked through them. There is no way a responsible mother would allow her child outside in them. The cities have fallen.

This progressive project has failed the very people it was designed to help. The political activists are controlling a dying narrative. It will fall as surely as the Berlin Wall did. And when it does, then we will rejoice.