Do you see now what democracy has been? It was a prole holiday:
Central to the issue is that the rapid rise in living standards and prosperity of the past 50 years has been largely based on rising debt levels, ignoring the costs of environmental damage and misallocation of scarce resources.
A significant proportion of recent economic growth has relied on borrowed money — today standing at a dizzying 325 percent of global gross domestic product. Debt allows society to accelerate consumption, as borrowings are used to purchase something today against the promise of future repayment. Unfunded entitlements to social services, health care and pensions increase those liabilities. The bill for these commitments will soon become unsustainable, as demographic changes make it more difficult to meet.
The lower classes declared they were equal to the upper classes, overthrew them with the help of the stolid and stupid middle classes who “just wanted” to expand their businesses, and we entered a time of progressively fewer standards and less social order with every generation.
Like any group of people who depend on those above them for any sense of order or decency, the proles quickly threw out the roles regarding reality and began spending recklessly, each decision both a benefit to them directly and indirectly, another feather in their cap for their new autobiographical narrative as being artists, altruists, philanthropists, sages and martyrs.
Preening and plucking like monkeys in the trees of Africa, the proles pushed aside concerns of eventual consequences, and did what made them feel good in the moment. There was only one goal, which was to keep the prole holiday going, and that required that we ignore all hierarchy and differences between people. That symbolic need became a mania, which translated into diversity and transgender fetishism, among other distractions.
So now, the prole holiday comes to an end. The money is spent, and all that we can borrow, besides. The excuses have fallen flat; we see that all of our grand ideas and vast altruistic gestures were, in fact, simply cynical gambits for power. Nothing that the prole holiday has done has made life better, and everything is worse and cheapened, which you only notice if you are not a prole.
Even the compliant press has noticed that the prole holiday has failed. What can possibly lie ahead? The fall of idols, for one. But then we realize that the man behind the curtain is more important than the projections on the screen. And the man behind the curtain is a frightened, neurotic prole, in over his head and acting out his own drama.
In a miasma of debt, bad decisions, failed social institutions and a population so degraded that it refuses to reproduce, the prole holiday ends. It turns out that, a millennium later, what “we” thought was a good idea was in fact a lie. This is what our elders warned about: nature does not tell us when we are wrong. It merely waits for us to fail, and then consumes us.