Charlie Stross dives down the rabbit-hold of fringe politics to find New Reactionaries and other, stranger sects:
This we come full-circle. The Trotskyites of old have donned the Armani suits of libertarian and neoliberal think-tank mavens. And the libertarians have begun to search for a purer pre-modern framework with which to defend themselves against the searing vision of the radiant future. Welcome to the century of the Trotskyite monarchists, the revolutionary reactionaries, and the fringe politics of the paradoxical! I hope you brought popcorn: it’s going to be nothing if not entertaining.
I’m not totally convinced by Stross’ suggestion that new reactionary Mencius Moldbug is a great writer despite his unpleasant belief system. What I’ve seen suggest he’s more of a pompous windbag who’s deeply in love with the sound of his own voice. The way he takes saloon-bar bigotry and sprinkles it with classical references to make it look profound reminds me far too much of the late Enoch Powell.
As for the former trots turned libertoids, the way some leftists go so far to the left they go off the edge and reappear on the right is a well-known phenomenom; witness how many neocons on both sides of the Atlantic were former Trotskyites, or the way Tony Blair’s home secretary John Reid turned from a Stalinist to a right-wing thug.
It’s often said that politics is circular or horseshoe-shaped in the way the hard left and hard right frequently have more in common with each other than with pragmatic moderates. I’ve even semi-seriously suggested than AD&D alignments explain politics more effectively that “left” and “right”.
But perhaps the real divide is between pragmatists and utopians? This explains why, when a utopian ideology is found wanting, many of those who abandon it don’t become pragmatic moderates, but find another utopianism to cling to.
Last year I didn’t wear a Remembrance Poppy. I felt that the symbol was losing its meaning as memorial to the dead in the two World Wars, and had been taken over by jingoistic militarists, especially the racists of the far-right.
You too can be editor of the Daily Express, that infamous tabloid now owned by an Irish porn baron which has ambitions to be a poor man’s version of The Daily Mail.
You can’t go anywhere on the web without seeing doom-laden ads talking about “The End of Britain” telling you “How to survive the coming financial apocalypse”. I know better than to click on such obvious link-bait, but eventually curiosity got the better of me. So I put the phrase into Google to see what came up. What came up was this lengthy blog post from 
UK political and cultural blogger Norman Geras, of
The United States of America is trying to run the applications needed to support a modern nation on a 200 year old legacy O/S with far too many unpatched vulnerabilities.