Apparently, that’s supposed to shut me up.
Instead, I’ll take it as a compliment. Being called an RWNJ in 2025 is a bit like being accused of believing in gravity — it simply means you haven’t bought into the fashionable nonsense peddled by the Wokerati.
So yes, I confess: I am an RWNJ. Here’s why.
I believe…
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Equality actually means equality — every human being is equal regardless of race, colour, ethnicity, religion, ancestry, or gender. And yes, that means equal under the law and in every civilised interaction.
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Inherited guilt is medieval thinking — no one carries the sins of their ancestors, not personally, not as part of some group.
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Laws aren’t mood-based suggestions — they should be enforced the same way for everyone, every time. A law you don’t enforce isn’t a law; it’s virtue-signalling wallpaper.
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Level playing field, not level finish line — society should offer equal opportunity, but what people do with it is up to them. Outcomes will — and should — differ.
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Help should be a hand up, not a free ride — we care for those in genuine need, but if you can work, you should contribute.
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Taxes are everyone’s job — kept as low as possible, fair to all, and never designed so that the less well-off subsidise the better-off.
Cue the shrieking from the social justice choir: But what about people disadvantaged from birth? The wrong gender? The wrong postcode? The wrong… everything?!
Patience. We’ll get there.
This is just the scene-setter. Over the next few posts, I’ll go after the sacred cows one by one: gender fluidity, indigenous rights, racism, climate change, media bias, lawfare, antisemitism — and the great moral black hole created by identity politics and moral relativism.
I’m not here to “open a conversation.” I’m here to say what many people think but are told they’re not allowed to speak.
Buckle up. This ride won’t have seatbelts.
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