In Tom Sharpe’s brilliant satire The Wilt Alternative, Henry Wilt’s dim, desperately middle-class wife and her circle throw themselves into a string of left-wing ‘causes’. Wilt loathes their smug meddlesomeness, but grudgingly decides that, unlike the Baader-Meinhof style au pair they inadvertently hire, the effete Guardian readers are essentially harmless.
Is it true, though? Maybe Eva Wilt and her bourgeois chums weren’t setting off bombs, but they were steadily white-anting the very society that had made their comfortable lives possible. That was way back in the ’80s. Things have gotten much worse since. Nowadays, Eva Wilt would be throwing paint at precious artworks and gluing herself to roads.
Or, worse, standing for election as a Teal.
The Teals (‘blue-greens’) are wealthy Climate Cultists hailing from Sydney’s richest suburbs. All of them are multi-millionaires and they’re bankrolled by a useless, idle, heir straight out of Ayn Rand (“the little boy who couldn’t digest grandpaw’s money”). They used to vote solidly liberal, where they were known as the ‘Doctor’s Wives’ set.
These parents and their offspring have since morphed into the Teals.
Teal is, after all, what happens if you mix blue and green together – no doubt a deliberate visual cue organised by the movement’s architect who was trying to imply that the Teals are nothing more than ‘nature-loving Liberals’.
It’s all bollocks, of course. It’s no coincidence that teal is the colour of a Tiffany’s gift box: Teal politics is the ultimate fashion accessory to show off to one’s envious friends at the yacht club lunch or the tennis club soiree.
A sober look at the Teals reveals them to be a corporate-interest entity dressed up in Green-ideology whose primary function revolves around using legislation to erase traditional energy market competition. This allows renewable billionaires and mining giants to grow their wealth under the delusion of ‘apocalypse’.
It’s essentially a marketing campaign for a bad product.
This is not something well-educated people typically get caught up in, so why did faithful conservatives betray their core values?
The Teals are the ultimate triumph of the Long March left. Infiltrating private schools and religious institutions, two of the core institutions of what they regard as the ‘Repressive State Apparatus’, was a stroke of strategic genius that’s paid off beyond their wildest dreams. Look, after all, at who swells the ranks of Extinction Rebellion and the like: not working-class people, but the hyphenated-surname wealthy. You’re 10,000 times more likely to find a vicar at a climate protest than a factory worker. Their golden idol, Greta Thunberg, is herself the scion of multimillionaire parents.
Whilst at school, we were bombarded with the message that we were destined to ‘change the world’. We were ‘powerful’ and ‘special’. Indeed, nearly every school speech and sermon served this purpose. If you didn’t want to ‘change the world’ you were cast out as lacking ambition or a moral failure. Heaven help you if your goal in life was simply to work hard and provide for your family…
The Christian faith was used to manipulate the girls into associating political ambitions with loyalty to the church. If you are wondering how religion got itself tangled up in Marxism, this is where it began – with soft ties to globalism and environmentalism.
Like Eva Wilt’s circle, it all began with seemingly harmless stuff like ‘raising money to feed children in Africa or selling pins to support cancer research’. But that was just the gateway drug.
As we progressed through senior school, the political conversation changed. We were told that borders were ‘evil’ and that all cultures were of equal merit. Charity was giving way to the fringes of left-wing activism.
Climate ideology filtered into North Shore private schools as a ‘save the planet’ singular ambition. The starving African children were forgotten. Now it was all about how to be a ‘powerful female global citizen fighting against climate change’ by – uh… Well, to tell you the truth, they rarely elaborated on how that might work. It was a declaration, not a discussion […]
By the time this generation of girls graduated as young women, they had been brainwashed into believing they absolutely had to change the world or – at the very least – embark on a career as powerful and independent women.
Increasingly feminised and thoroughly far-left universities only reinforced the brainwashing.
They [became] North Shore parents, sending their kids to private schools while spending their days in mothers’ groups at local cafes and shopping centres.
To summarise… They were rich, not working, and certainly not ‘changing the world’ or ‘saving the planet’.
I believe this is the source of the ‘guilt’ that has been cleverly exploited by the Teals.
They’re useless phonies and, deep down, they know it. So, like an mediaeval penitent frantically buying indulgences to spring their souls from purgatory, they throw themselves back into ‘saving the world’, while not actually doing a damned thing. Or, at least, nothing worthwhile.
What they haven’t worked out yet, by the grace of their inherited wealth built by decades of conservative government, is that they are the elite class persecuting the poor solely to satisfy their selfish need to ‘feel’ good.
These women latch onto any social movement that promises public adoration […]
If you are wondering who in their right mind would take their toddler to see a man in fishnets reading them confusing, sexually themed stories in a library – these are the mothers you’re looking for.
Oh, I’ve seen them. Pushing their stroller and towing a toddler boy draped in a feather boa, past a cooing crowd of ‘LGBTQI+’ activists and into the local library for ‘Drag Queen Story Hour’. The insufferably smug expressions on their faces says it all. They love the attention. Never mind that little Tarquin wants to play with trucks in the sandpit instead of having some fat poof in fishnets flash his cock at him. It’s all about Mummy and her precious feelings.
The road to hell is paved with Mummy’s precious feelings.
