For progress to happen the myth of progress must die

The myth of progress, or the Right Side of History is a blindfold that prevents us from seeing what we need to see, doing what we need to do, and changing what we need to change. This is because the idea of eternal progress is based on flawed assumptions. 

First is the assumption that technology is always a net good

Second is the assumption that culture must always become more liberal 

Because of these two assumptions it becomes impossible to course correct. We have a number of fatal problems;

Birth control may lead to the extinction of the species through low birth rates

Microplastics may lead to the extinction of the species 

Endocrine disruptors are lowering sperm counts and may cause the extinction of the species

Birth control creates women's rights, women's rights lead to the invasion of the First world by the Third world. Women's rights are dysgenic

Smart phones are a dumb tech destroying community and creating social isolation 

AI and weird internet ideologies are creating psychosis 

All of these problems are enabled by faith in technology. Solving all of these problems is inhibited by the belief that the world must always become more liberal. 

For progress to occur the myth of progress must be smashed. 

We need gladiators. We need death races. We need triumph style parades where we march captured foreign leaders through the streets and pelt them with garbage before beheading them. We need to embrace barbarism in order to demoralize the liberal myth of eternal progress. Legalize and promote duling and fight clubs.

Then we need to ban and limit certain technologies. We need to ban plastic. We need to ban the flame retardants used in furniture and cross laminated timber that destroy sperm counts. We need to ban synthetic rubber and artificial fabrics since most of the microplastics in our balls come from synthetic rubber and synthetic fabrics. 

We need to genetically engineer bacteria that breaks down the long lived chemicals destroying us. One bacteria for each and every chemical. If there are a thousand long lived persistent organic pollutants we will need a thousand unique strains of bacteria.

We need to shut down social media at least two nights a week. We need to ban every kind of pornography except magazines sold out of the back of some creeps trunk. All digital porn on the internet will be laced with viruses that brick your computer. We need to raise birth rates by tying the number of children you have to status and even promotions.

We also need selective breeding and genetic enhancement. We need embryo selection and designer babies. We need people riding horses through the street and growing wheat on their front lawns. We need mandatory organic food.

We need privateers that round up non-whites and deport them. We need a whole private industry that enriches itself through deportations. We need to deport the most insane communist too — to Africa so they can live among their brown pets.

We need to lean into a blend of Warhammer 40k barbarism, Mennonite style Ludism and return to nature. The future is going to have to be weird and inconsistent. It's going to be based on whatever works and not dogma. We're going to have to throw moral consistency in the trash. You're going to sip your soda from a glass bottle, grow corn on your lawn and watch the fight club tournament at your church. You're going to get a raise because you had your second child — but not before that. We're going to build commie blocks in the art deco style for families with children on the way. Your wife won't be able to get a birth control prescription until you have two kids. You can get some porn but not on video without destroying your computer. Your social media and streaming will be turned off twice a week to make you bored on purpose so you go out and have a life. We're going to parade Keir Starmer through the streets and behead him with a guillotine after a show trial on national television where he is convicted of aiding and abetting the rape of Europe. We're going to watch this on TV while sipping craft beer at a bar with a weight lifting room. Then you can ride home on a horse to your house with a wheat field in the front yard, fuck your state appointed trade wife drunk and pass out.