Welp, we can stick the old fork in Elon, Vivek, and maybe MAGA. It turns out, as many suspected, that the current Trump coalition is something less than America First. Yeah, damage control has begun, message softening and backpedaling is underway, but that’s like Jeffrey Dahmer telling you he’s just into shakes and burgers now. We can’t unknow what we know, and like a certain famous book says, increaseth your knowledge, increaseth your sorrow.

We’ve definitely increased our knowledge, and hence our sorrow, with regard to Trump’s main proxies, and the agenda of Trump 2.0.

It all began some time around Christmas, with a little harmless Twittering between Elon and his public, about the former’s desire to ramp up the importation of Indian “talent.” But it quickly spiraled, and then spiraled some more, and soon became the bitterest of debates about nothing but race…although many don’t want to admit the debate is about nothing but race.

Now the debate is an all-out right-wing dogfight, with not only no resolution in sight, but no resolution possible. Elon has, for practical purposes, imploded. When various MAGA hardliners and “far right” influencers began mauling him, “ratio-ing” him, embarrassing him on the issue of Indian imports, he—assuming he’s even a real person—responded by stripping his critics’ account privileges, actually nuking numerous accounts, and announcing a new shadow-banning algorithm. He further responded by shifting fully into blue-haired rage mode, calling his critics—what else?—racists, telling them to “take a big step back and FUCK [THEMSELVES] in the face,” and declaring that anyone more radical than Jeb Bush will be removed “root and stem” from the American right.

Yes, that is our flagship free-speech platform, as overseen by the era’s principal crusader against wokeness.

Then it got more absurd. Seeing that his comrade was self-immolating, Vivek showed up to douse the flames…with a bucket of kerosene. In a brief X essay, the swami of rami explained that American culture is garbage, due to its lionization of dumb jocks and its proclivity for brain-rotting entertainment…as opposed to the diligent nerd ethic that supposedly drives our deep-brown saviors…the implication being that Indians, and presumably any other aliens who manage to set foot on US soil, are objectively, quantitatively—by default, even—superior to Americans.

A rather insane thing to say to the blue- and white-collar white Americans who are the backbone of Trumpism…people whose dads, brothers, and grandpas—and who often enough, themselves—have regularly lined up to kill and die for whatever the fuck America is. But, you see, the vision of the “tech bros”—of the Elons and Viveks and the Silicon Valley kingpins who have purchased Trumpism—is not of a nation that some set of specific people call home, but simply of a place where profitability is maximized by whoever evinces the most cut-throat shrewdness, and whoever will work the hardest for the least pay.

The desire to get rich, and the willingness to work 18-hour days and sleep 18 to a room, is—they are telling us—what makes one American. Period.

And that, folks, is the actual fault-line on the right; that’s what regularly causes our bitterest divisions, dating back to Pat Buchanan’s slug-fests with the neocons. Is America a Western nation with a particular history, or is it a mere rule-book that anyone “seeking a better life” can follow? That’s the very fault-line Trump stomped on, causing the political earthquakes we’re all familiar with, when he said Mexico isn’t sending its best. And that is, in fact, the only real theme of Trumpism. Reality-TV Trump became President Trump, you may remember, because he explicitly and unequivocally promised to wall us off from brown people, to give blue-collar jobs back to rednecks, and to end political correctness…i.e., to end the requirement that we mince words about this shit.

All else is window dressing. Like it or not, MAGA boils down, just like the commies say, to white America’s profound and utter fatigue with multiculturalism. The Trump base loves its bombastic blacks, its heroic Hindus, its face-tattooed hip-hop clowns, and its trannies and faggots, because it is presumed that these people will facilitate policy changes by attracting voters…and the precise nature of the hoped-for policy changes is, ironically enough, returning us to standards that minimize normal White Americans having to deal with the aforementioned.

MAGA, in short, is now and has never been anything but, an attempt to get back to Norman Rockwell America—or at all events, to move as far as possible in that direction—by enduring whatever freaks and aliens are necessary (Trump himself is a bit of a freak, after all), and attenuating and dressing up the message in whatever way is necessary.

That, and nothing more, is what the apocalyptic “crash-out” of Elon and Vivek illustrates. The underlying debate, as I said, is strictly racial. It’s been brought into high-def clarity by the fact that the race at issue is Indians who—Vivek and Mrs. Vance notwithstanding—are as aesthetically antithetical to Americanism as turds are to punch bowls. I mean, Blacks at least have jive and swagger, and they are at any rate baked into the American cake. Latinos, likewise, as our next-door neighbors, have been spicing up Americana from the beginning, and come with free chips and salsa, and decent beer. Indians, though, at scale—with any level of visibility or influence beyond the token Westernized pundit and a cartoon character warbling about slushies—offer essentially nothing…that is, nothing that Americans find intriguing, useful, or even pleasant. We share zero history with them, they have a peculiar relationship with feces, and they have peculiar smells and peculiarer physiognomy. They are, by every metric, on the average, an acute cramp in the national style.

But that’s just my sense of it. And probably yours. And in point of fact, the sense of alien repulsion is mutual. Scratch the surface of the typical Indian and you find seething anti-White hatred…as one of Elon’s top employees demonstrated…and as Vivek himself subtly but unmistakably demonstrated in his X essay.

But who says that every human group has to be in love with every other human group? What I’m saying—and what the Trump base is saying, whether it knows it or not—is that’s the whole point of nations. Why are we pretending that America wasn’t founded by a bunch of Anglo-Saxon racialists who envisioned a White, culturally Christian utopia? And why are we pretending that that wasn’t the central, presupposed, defining American vision right up to, like, yesterday? And the big question is: What in the fuck is wrong with that? Japan is Japan, with its own people. Nigeria is Nigeria. Mexico is Mexico. Etc. Mix in other people, put other people in charge, and soon enough Japan and Nigeria and Mexico are just going to be names for completely different cultures, societies, and aggregations of DNA.

Same with America. It’s a place where White immigrants came to seek opportunity, under an Anglo-Saxon ethos, and to continue themselves as new blends of White people, in perpetuity. Around the edges there was the holdover from the slave population, bleedover from Latin America, a few Indians of the feather variety, a Chinatown or two…but that was around the edges. There’s a reason why Norman Rockwell’s subject matter was exactly what it was. That reason is that America had—and underneath the encrusted grime of our current culture, still has—a very specific, very White, and very Christian identity.

The tech-bro vision completely, and intentionally, negates that history. In fact, the tech-bro vision is just the flipside of the shitlib vision. It is profit-seeking as an end in itself, as opposed to shitlibs’ wealth redistribution as an end in itself. But to what ultimate end are we seeking our profit? Elon talks about “winning”—but winning what, exactly? Spiritual questions aside, the less your ancestors’ legacies exist, the less physical territory is exclusive to your people, the less your cultural traditions and fucking DNA exist, the less you’re winning…period.

The tech bros tell us we must prioritize “competition” and “meritocracy,” but why? If Brad Pitt makes a play for my wife, should I shrug and say, “Well, Brad is richer and handsomer, after all”? Should I eat a bullet because I’m not Brad Pitt? Should I abstract it out to the improvement of mankind as a whole, because Brad has better genes to pass along? Or should I strive to keep what I have, and to continue myself, for no fucking other reason than that I am myself?

The tech-bro paradigm does, as I said, precisely what the shitlib paradigm does. It’s designed to put us—namely, “legacy Americans”—in the position of having to justify our existence. If we can’t explain why we’re good enough, within their arbitrary frameworks, we forfeit our right to continue as a people. If we’re not “anti-racist” enough according to the shitlibs, or “pro-competition” enough according to the tech bros, we are morally…and it just so happens, genetically…obsolete.

And, having put it in those terms, let’s just call the tech-bro op what it is: another globalist, even communistic, anti-White con. I reject all its premises. As Americans, we have every right to tell people to fuck off to wherever they come from, and to never show their alien faces in these parts again, no matter how many hours they want to work for how little pay. Why? For no other reason than they aren’t us. For no other reason than have a look at my Norman Rockwell calendar. Sure, give us a 10, 20, 50 percent reduction in marketplace viability…so what? We will still exist, as us. We can improve, as us, if we care to. We can share our wealth more equitably, or we can train for higher productivity. But first, and primarily, we have to exist. If we fail at that, we fail completely. If America continues under the title “America,” but every public place looks and smells like a third-world flea market, it doesn’t matter how much your bank account or mine runneth over. We’ve lost everything.

And, of course, the idea that we need non-Westerners is rank bullshit anyway. Indians, Africans, Latin Americans, and everyone else in the “developing world” is clawing over each other to gain entrance into white countries precisely because Westerners don’t need them. Our societies are clean, safe, technologically advanced, etc. because, to put it plainly, we’re fucking awesome. You know just like I do that without a single brown or black or even yellow face, every Western country—from down under to the whole of Europe to Canada to the US and throw in South Africa—would be operating at its respective optimum. The infrastructures, the courts, the art and culture, the general happiness, name it…all systems go, and no need for any paragons of diversity to subject themselves to any systemic injustice or microaggressions.

That is…if you want the unvarnished, Trumpian truth. Remember when the Donald said, “We don’t have time for political correctness,” and the whole right broke out into applause and cheering? Well, this is what that looks like. This is all we were ever talking about. Countries are shitholes, or countries are relative utopias, because of the aggregations of brainpower and social instincts of the people in the countries. Western countries are relative utopias, every single time, because Western peoples are what they are. America is America because of the “whiteness” that we associate with it. If we lie about that—if we have to lie about it because of “competition” or “anti-racism” or any other moralistic blackmail scheme—well, then, we might as well have run fucking Jeb in 2016, and just resigned ourselves to what the shitlibs and tech bros have planned for us.

— “Indians flying high in Silicon Valley“;

— “Indian talent crucial for America’s tech industry“;

— “Why Indian-born CEOs dominate Silicon Valley”

… lest anyone notice that the tech industry explosion was created by 90% white American men, and 10% white men from places like South Africa, Germany and Poland. Not an Indian, Latin American or Chinese in the bunch. (Though some, I assume, are good people.)

For example:

Google — 2 white men, one from Michigan and one from Russia (Larry Page and Sergey Brin).

Twitter — 4 white American men (Jack Dorsey, Noah Glass, Biz Stone and Evan Williams).

LinkedIn — 1 white American man (Reid Hoffman)

Netflix — 2 white American men (Marc Randolph and Reed Hastings).

Netscape — 2 white American men (Jim Clark and Marc Andreessen).

Apple Computer — 2 white American men, (Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak. The adopted Jobs’ biological father was a Syrian immigrant, admitted well before the nation-destroying 1965 immigration act. See below.)

Mozilla Firefox — 2 white American men (Dave Hyatt and Blake Ross).

Oracle — 3 white American men (Larry Ellison, Bob Miner and Ed Oates)

Uber — 1 white American man and 1 Canadian white man (Garrett Camp and Travis Kalanick)

PayPal — 3 white men, immigrants from Germany, Russia and Poland (Peter Thiel, Max Levchin and Luke Nosek).

Yelp — 2 white American men (Jeremy Stoppelman and Russel Simmons)

Zillow — 1 white American man (Richard Barton)

Craigslist — 1 white American man (Craig Newmark)

Pandora — 3 white American men (Will Glaser, Jon Kraft and Tim Westergren)

Wikipedia — 1 white American man (Jimmy Wales)

Zynga — 1 white American man (Mark Pincus)

Must remember to remind my boastful Indian colleagues that Americans have won hundreds of Nobel prizes in the sciences, while India, with more than 4 times the population, has won only five.

Based on the record of accomplishment, if we really want the top talent (and not the cheapest), we ought to be slashing the Indian cap on H1B visas, and hike the cap on Israelis, South Africans, Germans and Russians, currently discriminated against because of the humungous Indian allotment.

2. I will not brag about Indian culture revering nerds like me until just one of the 1.4 billion Indians manages to produce anything as world-changing as Apple computer, created by Steve Wozniak — expelled from one college and a drop-out from another — along with Steve Jobs — a hippie college dropout, who was, by the grace of God, raised by his high school drop-out father, a white male American mechanic.

3. I will not run for president, unless I am a third-generation immigrant, imbued with the cultural values so utterly foreign to my parents and grandparents, but which have made America the greatest country on earth. These include the God-given rights to bear arms, to free speech and to free association, and the revolutionary idea that all men are equal under the law (even those filthy Dalits, whom my fellow Indians are refusing to hire in Silicon Valley).

It’s rather embarrassing that, of the first three people to announce for president as a Republican in this past cycle, two were second-generation Indian immigrants. (The third was Trump.) I and my people have got to temper our enormous hubris.

I will not wait until months after having Ann Coulter on my podcast to fire back at her on Ezra Klein’s New York Times podcast, for saying she wouldn’t vote for an Indian to be president of the United States. I especially won’t employ the pussy claim that I had much better arguments, but held back out of politeness.

[BONUS RESOLUTION FOR JEWISH IMMIGRANTS FROM BRAZIL, LIKE KLEIN: I will not whine that I am “sad” that Coulter won’t vote for an Indian for president — at least until Brazil elects an Indian president (or any non-Brazilian), Israel elects an Indian president (or any non-Jew) and India elects any non-Indian president.]

4. In fact, I will not run for any government office until both of my parents and I were born here.

In particular, if I am Representative Pramila Jayapal, I will get on my knees and give thanks every day that the United States does not have physical appearance requirement for immigrants.

Having been let in for no good reason when I was 16 years old, I will not dedicate myself to forcing my host country to bring in ever more immigrants, specifically Muslim immigrants after 9/11, and illegal immigrants.

I will not do this because it’s utterly gauche — like a dinner guest rearranging your furniture, ripping out the wainscotting, and calling your kids to the dining room to re-name them. Continuing the metaphor, as an Indian immigrant, my qualifications to overhaul someone else’s happy household is that I came from a homeless shelter, rife with leprosy, dengue and typhoid.

5. I will try to remember that I have moved from a country notorious for cheating to a high-trust society (although a little less “high trust” ever since Teddy Kennedy’s 1965 immigration act began dragging in people from other low-trust societies, like mine).

Thus, I will not scale the outer walls of my kids’ school during exams and hang from the windows to pass them cheat sheets, as is done in India. I will not purchase advance copies of tests, leading to decades of headlines like these:

— Gangs Are Making Millions Helping Indians Cheat on Exams

— India: Mass cheating unveiled in exam centre, teachers involved

— Mass cheating caught on cam, Sakti collector orders probe

— How exam scandals threaten the future of India’s young people

— India’s elite exams hit by corruption ‘scam’

I will not steal intellectual property, plagiarize someone else’s research or manipulate my own research results, a practice so widespread in my ancestral home that the Office of the United States Trade Representative put India on a blacklist of IP thieves.

I will not pay to have my nonsense “research” published in fake journals with bought-and-paid-for peer reviews, leading a consortium of news organizations (e.g., The New Yorker, Le Monde and the Indian Express), to dub India “one of the biggest global hubs” for pay-to-play publishing.

I will not brag about my culture admiring tools like Steve Urkel in “Family Matters,” when, by all accounts, my culture reveres conmen like Frank Abagnale Jr., in “Catch Me If You Can.”

6. I will recognize that slavery is strongly frowned upon in the U.S. and strive NOT to bring India’s enthusiasm for the institution to my new country. In particular, I will not use the H1B visa program to bring in dozens of slaves I purchased from their parents in India, including a slew of prepubescent girls to serve as my sex slaves.

That’s what “multimillionaire real estate magnate” Lakireddy Bali Reddy did (it’s easy to be a “multimillionaire” when you’re using slave labor) and, boy, was his face red when an American woman happened to spot a couple of his (dead) sex slaves being carried in rolled up carpets through the streets of Berkeley. For more, see “Adios, America!”

Sure, Mexicans, Egyptians and Koreans also get caught bringing slaves to America, but the prevalence of Indian immigrants in the U.S. slavery racket is hard to miss.

2023: “20-year-old Indian student … held captive for months without access to a bathroom, viciously beaten, and forced to work at three homes by his cousin and two other Indian-origin men.”

2020: “Gilroy couple [Amarjit and Balwinder Mann] charged with enslaving Indian immigrant.”

2012: “U.S. judge grants $1.5 million as compensation [from Indian diplomat, Neena Malhotra] to ‘enslaved’ Indian maid.”

2011: “Rockland D.A.: Family [Rajani, Aman Parveen and Vishal Jagota] Kept Indian Woman As Sex Slave.”

2008: “Varsha Sabhnani … from Indonesia, was convicted with her Indian-born husband … on a 12-count federal indictment that included forced labor, conspiracy [and] involuntary servitude.”

As part of my heroic resistance to slavery, I will not lie about the H1B program, which is nothing but indentured servitude, outlawed in my new country in 1867 by the Peonage Act. No right to quit means it’s serfdom. I will get that as a tattoo.

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