Since the mass liquidation of the American blue-collar middle class began with NAFTA twenty-five years ago, Joe Sixpack hasn’t complained, let alone resisted, very much. And Establishment oligarchs like Mitt Romney were content of have millions of workers pile up on the food-stamp rolls as they were feverishly shipping factories down to Mexico and over to China. The massive profits they made from cheap labor far outweighed any taxes they had to pay to deal with the wreckage they created in the USA.
But now, something has gone terribly wrong. And the pristine status quo of America’s process of de-industrialization has been disturbed: Joe Sixpack is fighting back. He’s voting for Donald Trump.
America’s carpetbaggers are outraged; incensed, that Joe Sixpack is no longer content to live out the life of poverty they have bequeathed to him. I guess they never thought that it would happen. How ridiculous.
So naturally, something must be done. What that is, is not yet known. It’s early in the process. We are only at Stage One: demonizing the enemy.
Establishment organ Nation Review is leading the charge against Joe Sixpack, publishing a shockingly vitriolic attack by theater critic Kevin D. Williamson who doesn’t waste any time calling Donald Trump a Nazi right in the title: The Father-Führer. But don’t bother reading the whole thing because it is largely incoherent. For example, here’s a quote:
“The family-life numbers, on the other hand, came down on us like a meteor. Before the war, divorce had been such an alien phenomenon that it animated such shaggy-dog stories as The Gay Divorcee, a play in which a fictitious act of adultery had to be invented to move the plot forward.”
In short, Williamson blames Joe Sixpack’s suffering on his own immorality. Exporting over 50,000 factories and importing tens of millions of workers had nothing to do with it. If only Joe didn’t have that divorce, he would have no worries.
There is a chicken-and-egg question here: Did Joe Sixpack turn to OxyContin before or after the plant where he worked was sent to Mexico? Did his wife divorce him before or after he lost his job? Williamson thinks it was before.
Jobs don’t cure all ills, but they do indeed cure quite a lot of them.
Here’s another quote:
“The white American underclass is in thrall to a vicious, selfish culture whose main products are misery and used heroin needles.”
This is the way guys like Williamson used to talk about black people. Not even Vladimir Putin talks like this about America.
What is Williamson’s solution? Keep the borders open, and give Joe Sixpack a U-Haul so that he can move out of fly-over country and get a god-damned job already!
“They need real opportunity, which means that they need real change, which means that they need U-Haul.”
So, let’s see…if we give a U-Haul to each and every one of the 45 million people on food stamps, and then send them to…where exactly? Williamson doesn’t say, but he did mention fracking:
“…get off your asses and go find a job: You’re a four-hour bus ride away from the gas fields of Pennsylvania.”
I guess he hasn’t heard about the glut of oil and gas and the plummeting rig counts. And what about older Joe Sixpack’s and Jane Sixpack? Could they work on drilling rigs? Probably not. The truth is that in Kevin D. Williamson’s America, people would be living in those U-Hauls.
The most telling quote is this one:
“The truth about these dysfunctional, downscale communities is that they deserve to die. Economically, they are negative assets. Morally, they are indefensible.”
This is chilling because the Republican Establishment is also known as The War Party. When they start to demonize you, then you need to fear for your life. Literally. Would they carpet-bomb small-town America just to hold onto power? Perhaps justified with a false-flag operation? Maybe so.
Joe Sixpack needs to watch his back.