The National Review, originally one of the conservative white power rags and probably the most dishonest, in their efforts to destroy Donald Trump and throw their support behind Ted Cruz have taken an unusual stand that probably has ol’ Bill Buckley spinning like a turbine in his grave. They are attacking poor white people:
“If you spend time in hardscrabble, white upstate New York, or eastern Kentucky, or my own native West Texas, and you take an honest look at the welfare dependency, the drug and alcohol addiction, the family anarchy—which is to say, the whelping of human children with all the respect and wisdom of a stray dog—you will come to an awful realization. It wasn’t Beijing. It wasn’t even Washington, as bad as Washington can be. It wasn’t immigrants from Mexico, excessive and problematic as our current immigration levels are. It wasn’t any of that,”
“The truth about these dysfunctional, downscale communities is that they deserve to die. Economically, they are negative assets. Morally, they are indefensible. Forget all your cheap theatrical Bruce Springsteen crap. Forget your sanctimony about struggling Rust Belt factory towns and your conspiracy theories about the wily Orientals stealing our jobs. Forget your goddamned gypsum, and, if he has a problem with that, forget Ed Burke, too. The white American underclass is in thrall to a vicious, selfish culture whose main products are misery and used heroin needles. Donald Trump’s speeches make them feel good. So does OxyContin. What they need isn’t analgesics, literal or political. They need real opportunity, which means that they need real change, which means that they need U-Haul.
This is something new for the NRO to go after crackers. Seriously, comparing them to dogs, bitching about welfare dependency, drug addiction. Usually when Conservatives are snapping the morality whip, it is at the dirty effing hippies who are effing on the couches without permission (and probably with the nice, white daughters of the gentry), and at the strapping young bucks with t-bone steaks and Cadillac-driving welfare queens, which we all know is sung in the key of Dog Whistle. Williamson sees no difference between black and white trash. If they’re broke and effing on the couch without his permission, and they’re addicted to something that takes the edge of their psychic pain from falling so far, well, “they deserve to die.”
Pretty strong stuff, that.
Previously, all the GOP overlords had to do was show some concern for the crackers poor employment prospects (while giving tax breaks to US multinational corporations to move production offshore), denounce white tax dollars going to (other) tax moochers, and promise to kick out them swarthy Mexicans (though no one explains how the Mexicans have taken their jobs at the now-closed factories), and hate on other dusky heathens to make the crackers feel superior to someone, and they followed the plutocrats like newly hatched chicks under a heat lamp. The best part is that it cost the GOP nothing except maybe their immortal souls, but so what? The rubes fell in line and for decades voted against their best interests.
American factory jobs did disappear because of globalization. The crackers know this.
Bringing in workers from other countries depresses wages. The crackers know this, too.
Williamson’s prescription is for the crackers to pack-up and leave the dead factory town and make something of themselves; the bootstrap speeches comes to mind, but what he and none of the NRO writers are saying is where those fabled jobs are. If the crackers could follow global capital and work in the factories in Asia…
I think the reason that the NRO is tacking their yacht in this direction is because the crackers are supporting Vulgarmort, who is promising to return their jobs and their sense of entitlement, and the CEO donor class wants none of that. The NRO advises them that Ayn Rand wants them to become Producers and not takers, so either contribute or die. In some ways this is consistent. Twisted, but consistent.