Dark night descending

Steyn bangs on about how demography is destiny, and as always it’s hair-raising, gut-wrenching stuff. He’s looking more and more prescient every day, alas for the West.

A Baroness on Barrenness
As I was saying twenty...well, no, only five years ago, upon the centennial of my sometime acquaintance P D James. Baroness James wrote a remarkable novel about the existential crisis in which the west finds itself - and was more or less precisely bang on target about when it would kick in: 2021.

It's all about demography, in the macro and micro sense. When the west's depraved political class start arsing on about "our values", you know they've read the demographic writing on the wall, and this pitiful fallback position isn't going to cut it. There's no need for any Somali warlord or Sudanese clitoridectomist or any other migrant to embrace western "values" because they're demographically in the ascendant, and the Swedes and Germans and "old-stock Canadians" aren't. Why would you want to adopt the "values" of a culture that's holding a grand going-out-of-business massive-storewide-clearance sale? If you run into your local representative at the county fair and he starts boring on about "values", yank his nose and tell him you're going to keep doing it until he stops.

No one ever really defines values, but it doesn't matter whether it's boules or maypole dancing or lousy Eighties rock on the radio: it's all gonna go. That's the macro level. On the micro level I notice that "our values" now include a subset of young women competing to see how many men they can "have sex with" in twelve hours: Miss Bonnie Blue did it with 1,057 game young chaps within the time limit, only to lose her world record a few days later to Miss Lily Phillips, who racked up 1,113 men within twelve hours. In a United Kingdom where first-person testimony of Pakistani Muslim gang-rape is vapourised by Dame Melanie Dawes and her so-called Online Safety Act, Miss Blue's shagathon was filmed for a cooing and flattering Channel Four documentary because apparently some middle-aged feminists see it as empowering to turn your vagina into a cross between the midtown tunnel at rush hour and an industrial waste unit - perhaps in the same sense that Sir Keir Starmer sees it as empowering to be firebombed by 1,057 Ukrainian rent-boys in twelve hours.

I think, as I discuss towards the end of the column below, P D James got that right, too. As she foresaw, severing the link between sex and procreation would crater not only birth rates but the appeal of conventional heterosexual sex. Hence, the rise of trans and a zillion other boutique "identities", and the queue round the block of young men who think forty-five seconds inside Bonnie Blue counts as a sexual encounter.

It doesn't. But it has a certain symbolic power as the civilisation that built the modern world disappears down the demographic death spiral, and half the populace isn't even aware of it. Here's what I wrote on August 3rd 2020:

Read on for said re-post, and I’m sure you’ll agree: PRESCIENT.