It Could Be Much Worse – You Could Be a Libtard!

If you think it can be worrying being a nationalist, imagine being a leftist in 2026

While millions of Brits and Americans are still convinced that Nigel Farage and Donald Trump will sort everything out, ‘remigrate’ millions and “give us our country back”, most serious nationalists are thoroughly pessimistic about the future. If that includes you, I want to take a moment, not to try to make you change your mind, but at least to point out that it could be much worse: You could be a libtard!

So while I’m working on a strategy and specific tactics which I believe give us plenty of reasons for realistic hope – and at the very least feasible things we can do to “secure a future for white children” – let’s take a moment to put ourselves in the shoes of the millions of our fellow citizens who are still on the left.

It Could Be MUCH Worse!

Imagine how they feel, when they look at the way the country is going: Reform, a party they actually regard as fascists—in-disguise, has been on top of every single UK opinion poll for nearly a year now. Every week sees fresh Reform victories in local elections, and more defections. Reform has more members than the Labour and Tory parties while, growing in the wings ready for if Farage falters, Advance UK could easily overtake the LibDems in membership terms this year.

The parties of the liberal-left are now routinely third, fourth and five in the polls, badly splitting their vote, with the potential for a Corbynista party and Islamist independents to compound the damage even further.

Imagine how they feel every time they drive to the supermarket on the edge of town and have to cross those roundabouts and drive down roads which nationalists and racists have festooned with flags which scream ‘fascist territory’ and ‘far-right triumphalism’ to every nerve cell of their fuzzy horrified brains. In many areas, even the leftist council (which they know is doomed to be ousted whenever the next election finally takes place) hasn’t taken them down. Or, if they have, they’ve promptly been replaced in even larger numbers.

Every time they go on a longer drive, they see the same thing, on motorway bridges, in country villages, in town after town after town. “Fascists! Fascists everywhere!”

Imagine how they feel when they see 150,000 neo-fascists and politicised football hooligans – which is how they really see the crowd who follow Tommeh – march through the streets of London. Imagine how they feel when, every weekend, the Guardian tells them of hundreds, sometimes thousands, of racist monsters swamping sleepy towns and once genteel suburbs all over the country to protest against innocent refugees cowering in temporary accommodation.

It’s the same for Stateside libtards too. The nearly fascist Not My President is not only stomping his way around the New World in a display of near Star Wars level imperialism; his ICE goon squads are shooting innocent protesters and tear-gassing families. In the US too, even worse lurks in the wings, with Carlson and Fuentes laying the ideological groundwork for something more terrible than they dare contemplate.

Wherever your Libtard doppelganger lives, the poor misguided creature worries everyday about the rise of populism, and worse, all over Europe. Even the blessed European Union is threatened by a rolling electoral insurgency by a set of ideas they think come straight from the 1930s.

If you are a Libtard, friends and work colleagues, who just a few years ago were loyal and unquestioning members of your liberal groupthink bubble, morph before your eyes into raving racists and conspiracy theorists. Your circle of friends online is shrinking as the wave of ignorant extremism sweeping social media laps ever more insistently into the accounts and posts of people who used to be like you, but have somehow been infected with the fascist zombie apocalypse virus.

Beyond Your Command

You don’t know what your teenage son, nephew or grandson is watching on social media, but you shudder when you catch a glimpse of something very strange in his face when certain subjects come up. That old Dylan song isn’t the comfortable listening it used to be.

There’s an even more obvious intellectual civil war going on already among your feminist friends as they tear your social circle apart between those who are outraged at trans-men beating up women athletes and those furious at ‘TERFS’ for doing untold mental harm to vulnerable members of the trans community. It’s all so distressing!

As for your Muslim colleagues, you’re starting to suspect that their anti-Zionism isn’t the rose-tinted anti-imperialism you thought you shared, but thinly disguised and fast-evolving antisemitism. And if even Jewish people aren’t safe, what does that say about the state of the country? “First they came for…”

Finally, and particularly for these types in Britain, remember that they see no end in sight. The next general election looks certain to see a disgraced and discredited Labour party replaced by some sort of UK Trumpista regime. Even before then, austerity cuts are slashing and burning the little public service empires in which you and your fellows have spent such comfortable and politically correct years ever since graduating from uni.

You look around your world and see only decline, betrayal and growing threats. And it seems to get worse. Every. Single. Day.

So there you are. If you are at times tempted to look at the things which – rightly – concern us, and think that things look bad, just stop yourself and thank the Lord that you are not a Libtard. Because it’s far harder for them and, best of all, you have the capacity to make even worse for them. There is so much we can do in that regard. Watch this space!