It's remarkable to take a week off from the political internet, as I've just done. With the grind of sifting through the infantile pigswill of the liberal media removed from your daily routine you find that your mind begins to heal itself. The synapses of the brain which were burdened with processing a constant flow of insidious lies and contempt for you and yours are allowed some respite as the flow of anti-white trash is reduced to a manageable trickle.
Eventually, alas, the fishing rod is put away, the suntan peels and you flip open the laptop to discover that the libshits have cranked up the ''We're heading back to the 1930's!'' trope to warp 5. We're hurtling back to the 1930's faster than ever before, lefty economist Paul Mason writes in the New Statesman:
Suppose we reverse the premise of the film Good Bye, Lenin!. Instead of a communist waking up from a coma in a newly marketised Germany, we get a technocrat from the Blair/Clinton era waking up today – to a world gripped by economic nationalism, great power politics and xenophobia.
What would be the biggest mind-bender? What would the patient’s family, trying to hide the harsh reality, struggle with most?