I feel my worlds converging

My friend Steve the possibly soon to be ex-government scientist calls this the Maoist turn on the American right, and there’s something to that, but horseshoe theory being what it is, there’s a bunch of radical/reactionary things happening at once here:

(1) Idealization of an industrial and pre-industrial past, in which manly men did manful work in a masculine and manly way, because “real work” is coded as male, while all domestic labor is girly stuff that needs to be performed by wives, domestics, first bound concubines, etc. (Help me out here Karen).

(2) Fear and loathing of fat bodies, which function as a metonym for poverty, feminization, non-whiteness, and everything else that gives the Manosphere the willies.

(3) The Yellow Peril is back baby! (Was it ever really gone?) The Asiatic hordes are invading the Centers of Commerce with their cheap trinkets, even as their children take all the places at the best schools because You Know How Those People Are. No not (((those))) people, the new those people.

I personally doubt that this call to sacrifice in the defense of our precious bodily fluids and six pack abs (purely notional), along with the combination of wielding a tungsten carbide drill as part of the preliminary coal face scouring operations/ William Morris Arts & Crafts revivalism is going to resonate with an increasingly narcotized and impatient public that has had its attention span reduced to that of a meth-addled goldfish, but we shall see.