The Men With the Pitchforks Will Win; the Country Party Will Win
A global renaissance is around the next corner
When you drive the back roads of America, west of the Mississippi – probably east too but I can’t say - not the dirt roads, but the feeder highways - you drive past one ruination after another. One broken town, one abandoned rotting farmhouse, one desolate scene after another, each representing a shattered family, broken lives.
I calculated that by 2100, fourteen million Americans had been driven out of rural America into the outskirts of the cities. I hired a policy guy, a statistician to help me crunch the numbers. I had come to the idea from Mark Dowie’s work, and he had calculated that by 2001, twenty million indigenous and traditional peoples had been driven off their lands in the developing world by “conservation”. Which is to say “highly respected” organizations like the Sierra Club and World Wildlife, agents of the WEF and UN. To this day, the Masai, one of the world’s great peoples, are under ceaseless attack by these ghastly people.
This, of course, is our future. Any indigenous or traditional culture will be absorbed. The plan is to drive 2.96 billion into the cities by 2010, 90% of us, to make humanity urban, and feed us chemical slop. Ex-urban America, and indeed the world, will be left to trees and other carbon-sucking things, and no doubt people like Isabella Rosselini, who lives on a farm in Southhampton, where she raises heritage chickens and gets photographed a lot as the new rural exemplar, independently wealthy, cooing over her chickens, and selling her deep love for nature. To my mind, she is a propaganda puppet, cosplaying the old way, in a kind of ghastly theatre. She retrofitted an actual barn as a “living space”. It looks like a faux-designer studio on the outskirts of Rome, suitably “international”.
Out on the roads, the only spanking shiny things (in both Canada and the US) are government edifices: Army Corps of Engineer water treatment plants, ethanol plants and the splendid estates of corporate farmers. The houses these people have; I stopped again and again to gawk and photograph. They are like the ranch house in Yellowstone, only bigger and brand new with all the bells and whistles. With secondary houses, corrals, paddocks, horses to die for, and decorative livestock. These families worked the system, voted the right way, jigged for Massa and they got all the toys. Big Ag. One Trillion dollars in global subsidy a year to grow cheap food, laden with Pharma's extra-special chemicals.
That’s the future: rural titans and Isabella Rosselinis, where you can go and rent her three bed B&B for $2,500 a night, and dream of the only time in human history where people lived in peace until the eight families of the Black Nobility (or whoever) decided to take that peace and prosperity and send the “meat puppets”, the “profane”, into endless war.
The plans of the WEF/UN are mind-blowingly stupid. Can you imagine how impossible is the idea of moving 2.9 billion people into cities? China’s Evergrande threatens to pull down their entire fascist economy because they built ghost cities where no one wants to live. Every city in America is turbo-building matchbox apartments for that 2.9 billion. They will end rotting where they stand. That is how stupid the WEF is. The functionaries at the U.N. are hardly even people, they are so alienated from the real world.
I have managed to avoid the existence of George Monbiot, since I don’t live in England and am not faced with his endless hysteria and propaganda. He is literally the-sky-is falling-the- wolves-are-coming-we-have-to-hide-guy, that everyone unbelievably, believes. But he sells the eco-modernist WEF/UN plan and that’s how he does it, he works the weakest among us in his “syndicated column” out of “The Guardian”, his endless stream of hysterical “books”, and foundation, “Replanet”, the vision of which is 90% in cities by 2100, nuclear power, radical science, wildlands and “population control”, which means wars, viruses, vaccines and withdrawing healthcare for over 65s. His readership obediently stampedes over and over again.
Regenesis is about the future of chemical food. Much of the book is spent attacking the family farmer. I found it deeply offensive, needed a mental health break and possibly a couple of disability payments after admitting its existence. Luckily Chelsea Green Publishing sent me Saying NO to a Farm-Free Future, the Case for an Ecological Food System and Against Manufactured Foods which is from another joker on the left, Chris Smaje, but this one mugged by reality. The introduction is by Sarah Langford, who wrote Rooted: Stories of Life, Land and a Farming Revolution, another book about a professional city leftist barrister mugged by reality in the country, which was so irritating I couldn’t get very far. I have sat in too many ranch and farmhouses listening to what these these arrogant, boastful, lefty voters have done to rural people to feel anything less than a blind rage when they rediscover that water is wet. What I want from them is reparations.
But, in theory at least, I love these books, I celebrate tiny wins like this for a long long time; they are only a trickle, but they are coming. Humanity, as usual, has outpaced the intellectual elite, but they are, ever so slowly, coming on board the train to a good future.
Still, we have to deal with morons like Monbiot who believes in the end of agriculture and the advent of manufactured food. Monbiot actually believes that in 80 short years, 90% of us are going to eat manufactured food. He sees this as a disruptive “Counter-Agricultural Revolution.”
He proposes using a soil based bacterium, called Cupriavidus necator. Smaje describes it:
“How it works in brief is that this bacterium is fed hydrogen and oxygen inside a stainless-steel biorector, which enables it to multiply, ultimately producing a protein-rich slurry of dead bacterial biomass that, after treatment is suitable for human consumption.”
Where is the vomit emoji?
But, you can’t dismiss it as madness, because this is exactly what Bill Gates, China and every hedgie is foreseeing, hence the rapacious buy-up of every ruined farm in the developed world. The growth potential of manufactured food is so tempting, they are all in. The farms they let go to waste will act as carbon tax deductions for their “family office” for all eternity.
Even if sensible populists are elected in the next North American election cycle, which seems just possible, the advance will continue. The hinterlands have already been virtually destroyed, any real family farm is running straight up on heroism. The new investors are tech bros, hedgies who see themselves as going ‘meta’, 10Xing their investment. It’s the ‘smart play’ in biotech and Ag these days. And your retirement fund is investing in it too. Its projected growth rate is an annual 10%. Who wouldn’t want to get in on that? Especially since policy, as determined by the UN and WEF, is forcing it. The global food market is $11.3 Trillion. What decent Lizard wouldn’t want to feed on a corpse worth $11.3 Trillion?
That this moronity eliminates all the deep rich food cultures of the world and turns them to protein and carb slurry, is ‘never mind’. Another 30-50 million out of rural areas in the U.S. and Canada by 2050, I reckon. At present, while family farms are said to represent 90% of farmland in the U.S., in point of fact, it is more like 30% with Big Ag self-identifying as ‘family farmers’ for cover and tax deductions.
And look at what a real family farm has to compete with:
In the spring of 2020, Dairy Farmers of America, the nation’s largest dairy coöperative, purchased Dean Foods, the country’s largest milk processor, for four hundred and thirty-three million dollars. D.F.A. formed in 1998, out of a merger of four regional co-ops. Last year, its members, more than twelve thousand dairy farmers, sold fifty-six billion pounds of milk, about twenty-five per cent of the nation’s total, and the organization as a whole brought in nearly eighteen billion dollars in revenue. With the acquisition of Dean, D.F.A. gained unprecedented power as both a milk supplier and buyer. Pete Hardin, the editor and publisher of the dairy trade journal The Milkweed, told me, “It’s the poster child for agricultural concentration—and what Big Ag has become.” “Is It Time to Break UP Big Ag? New Yorker 2020
Yeah. Imagine setting a decent price in that market.
Chris Smaje continues:
Anyway, that in a nutshell is the process. Instead of relying on the bioreactor of a cow’s stomach or a bean plant’s root nodules to conjure protein and other nutrients for us, the aim is to cut out the middle mammal or middle legume and do it ourselves in a bioreactor of our own construction.
Smaje manages to redeem himself for me, when he writes about John Locke’s ‘agricultural improvement ideology’ being repeated over and over and over again by aristocracies, government or universities. Elites have been pressing their ideas on rural producers forever. They cleared Ireland and cleared the Highlands, they destroyed the heartland during the Great Depression. They are clearing the developing world. They are clearing North America. They are clearing Chinese villages. That is their history, that is why they are loathed in the country. Their history is that of destruction and ruination. Clearances are a perfect example of the corruption and idiocy of the Court Party, the Uniparty that, wrapped in its own vanity, mismanages the world.
Out in ranching territory today, they are so loathed, that members of the Bureau of Land Management only meet with ranchers on Zoom, masked, and they brook no disagreement, thereby turning another ranch or farm to waste. The idea of some little Ivy graduate, at the age of 32 in a cloth mask, ordering around someone who feeds thousands of people turns me into a ball of rage. No wonder they are masked. No profit in letting the rubes see your face in the local co-op.
Smaje pleads for “agrarian localism”, in a wonderful celebratory example of the academic-lefty-globalist-prescriptive-proscriptive fascist turning towards humanity rather than away. And equally wonderfully, he takes apart Monbiot’s math about how chemical slurry is more protective of the environment than cattle and crops.
Because this is what you must know, you have to take away from this. Their math is wrong. It is almost always catastrophically wrong. Every disaster from the ‘08 housing collapse on was based on their bad math. Our impending fiscal cliff based on their bad math. China’s Evergrande collapse is based on bad math. Catastrophic climate change? Bad math. The pandemic was bad math beginning to end. Current inflation was caused by their bad math.
Smaje estimates that a true chemical food feeding of the urban masses would require three times as much electricity as the entire world produces. Monbiot has the cost at 12% of electricity generation. I will leave it to you to buy the book, it’s worth it, and go through it yourself.
Back in the Real World
I buy my meat and chicken from a farmer I like. It is humanly raised less than two miles from where I swim. I buy her eggs and her vegetables, and I stock up the rest from the health food store that sells local vegetables. I can supply our house with food 50% made locally. The taste is doubled. Every upper middle class woman is doing the same and none of us will eat chemical slurry. Neither will our children. We might be the silliest, most spoiled people in creation, but we determine future markets, not a dead-eyed functionary at the U.N.
My island is populated with educated and semi-educated urban and suburban runaways. They have made terrible land use decisions that have locked us into stasis, but the food and seed people are hanging the moon. If I could find an alternative to Amazon, which I loathe, I would. My Patriot Supply is competing with them in the U.S. and points out that the deplorables market is worth $7 Trillion. Amazon stripped of a $7 Trillion market warms my heart.
The glitch that will save the world
Here’s my point. Whoever has been in charge since, say, WW2 has screwed up so badly, the entire hive mind is thinking, how do I get a Victorian gingerbread in a small town and make a living? Trust me, no one but the deeply oppressed in some looted country in the developing world is thinking, I want a Penthouse in a mega-city beset by knife attacks and gangs of thieves stripping Louis Vuitton. No one. No. One. Even upper-middle-class white women, the dumbest people in creation, aren’t thinking about “cultural enrichment” anymore. They are thinking, “Gosh, it would be nice if I could go to the local coffee shop and talk to my neighbors.”
Small town America (without a predatory aristocracy) is still thought of as the ideal safe place. And so, performatively, it is celebrated by the stinking rich who parade around the prettiest old home places on the east coast on vacation, like they are in a setting that turns their perversion to virtue. And those barns and houses, built using 17th, 18th 19thC architectural patterns are still thought of as the ideal residence, copied (badly) in every suburb today.
The American ancestral memory of peace and prosperity is why rural real estate sales jumped 30% since 2020. The more the WEF inflicts unnecessary manufactured trauma upon us, the more the familied think. ‘I could have peace to watch my kids grow, to have neighbors, to not be an isolated speck meant to consume and labor in a faceless multinational until I die of cancer caused by all the chemicals around me.’
They are NOT thinking, I want my grandchildren to live in a toxified mega-city eating chemical food and slaving for some faceless multinational that watches every single thing they do, say or cruise on the internet.
We are undergoing a 500 year shift.
One of my early ancestors in the U.S., was the brother of St. John Bolingbroke. A younger son didn’t get the houses or land, he got a ticket to America. A cousin gave me his coat of arms.
I looked up Bolingbroke and my takeaway was that he ran through the Champs Elysee naked, when he was in exile and thought, “cool”. But Angelo Codevilla wrote about him in the first edition of his groundbreaking monograph, The Ruling Class, because St. John came up with the idea of the Country Party. Bolingbroke was much read by the founders because he stated that the Country Party was life, it was ideas, it was creativity, it gave life. That is what St. John and his friends thought. The Court Party (or Uniparty, or Laurentian elite in Canada) feed off the Country Party.
Bolingbroke was a city boy with intellectual pretensions that got him into a lot of trouble. He fought the Hanover takeover of the Crown and he fought the Uniparty of the early 1700’s and for that he was stripped of land, money, houses and sent into exile. But he came back ten years later, entered Parliament and with his many colleagues unpicked the laws that oppressed the counties. His ideas were not his, they were that of those who fought and won the Glorious Revolution, which are the same type of the ideas crackling around the deplorables today, the popping ferment of the alternate media, the emergent ideas in health, in food, in education, in how to live, in foreign policy, in the anger and energy that outclasses the dead hand of the WEF by a country mile. The Glorious Revolution was a 500 year shift towards putting people, not the court party, the Uniparty, in power.
Those years of revising legislation led to a world-wide revolution. It led to the Industrial Revolution, the American Revolution, and somewhat less happily the French Revolution. It meant everything exploded in growth, science, art, thought, architecture, design, became available to those who had been suppressed, oppressed for generations.
Because that is what I see around me in rural North America. I see people operating at 30% of their capacity. In the cities, same, only less healthy. In the developing world, they are operating at 10%. Our lives and energy have been stolen by Codevilla’s ruling class. We are held down in chains of bad thought and bad math and stupid policies and vain, venal leaders who see only war and theft of our resources as the future.
But the hive mind is on the march. And it is unstoppable, it is billions strong. The men and women with pitchforks will save the world.
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