Blake asked if Jerusalem was built among "dark Satanic Mills". The question still stands, but the mills have changed. They no longer forge steel; they forge bureaucracy, incompetence, and a slow, managed decline.

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They have just enough legitimacy to be "official," just enough contradictory ideas to appeal to a wide range of angry people, and just enough public-facing virtue to shield their core ideology from serious scrutiny.

The National Distributist manifesto is like watching a senile person try to restore the 'good old days' without any actual memory of what they stood for. Ironically, this is the exact same tactic the National Socialists used.

Congratulations to the National Distributists. @natdisparty. You've managed to draft a manifesto so utterly detached from reality that you've actually made Nigel Farage and the Reform party look like the sensible adults in the room. Fucking incredible.

You know, the saddest part of all this is that you invoke Hilaire Belloc's name. If Belloc were alive today to read this intellectually dishonest, state-worshipping garbage you've written, the man would dig a hole with his bare hands just to have a fresh grave to spin in.

Reading the National Distributist manifesto, you get the distinct impression the authors have only ever read the book covers of the philosophers they claim to admire. They've built a cargo cult to Chesterton. Mimicking the rituals of a philosophy they don't actually understand.

It is not a breath of fresh air. It is the stale, recycled air of every failed authoritarian ideology of the last century, sprayed with the cheap air freshener of a few stolen quotes from better, smarter men.

The demand for cash payments, the desire to fund the BBC with ads (which would make it more corporate, not less), the call for a "hybrid tram-truck system on motorways"—these are not policies, they are daydreams that are best left in shitty 3d renders in investor presentations.

The call to "dissolve private banking systems that make money by charging interest" is the economic equivalent of demanding we replace jet engines with flapping wings because birds look happier. It is so disconnected from reality that it signals the authors are not serious people.

The state will grant "medical freedom" while simultaneously banning pornography, severely restricting abortion, and reinstating the death penalty. This is not a system designed to empower free citizens. It is a system designed to manage livestock.

The state will "empower workers" by forcing their sons into mandatory labor. The state will celebrate "self-reliance" by making them dependent on a state-run guild system.

This manifesto uses the language of Distributism to justify the very thing it was created to fight: the consolidation of power away from the family and into the hands of a remote, central authority. It is an intellectual cargo cult, mimicking the rituals with no understanding.

Chesterton's entire political philosophy was a rebellion against the kind of homogenizing, top-down power their "strong democracy" and "English Parliament" would create. He championed the weird, the local, the particular.

One of these principles must destroy the other. This is not a political platform; it is a cage match between two ideologies, and the citizen is trapped in the middle.

You cannot champion free speech while also giving the state the power to define treason as "expressing hatred towards Britain." (Which could easily be interpreted in bad faith to mean disagreement with the government).

You cannot have a system that simultaneously champions the absolute autonomy of the local people while also imposing mandatory military service for all 18-year-old boys.

And the profound, almost sadistic pleasure I get isn't from the chaos. It's from watching them try to sell tickets to the inevitable, beautiful, long-overdue implosion. I'm just here for the show. #ClownWorld.

So no, this current lot aren't the authors of the failure. They're just the last, most pathetic clowns to inherit the condemned circus. The ones who will be inside when the whole tent finally comes down.

Every government since, Tory or Labour, has just been a new foreman on the same doomed project. Their only skill? Adding another ridiculous, structurally unsound wing and slapping a fresh coat of paint over the cracks.

And let's be clear about the architect of this specific factory of failure. The foundation stone was laid by Tony Blair. He drew the blueprints for this particular brand of rot.