Do you ever get a feeling that some of the woke crusades of today, if its goals were achieved, would transport us backwards to a less civilized world?

That’s what Brit journalist Julie Burchill believes. Burchill, who has her own history or rebellion, takes a look at these woke young rebel and finds they are . . .  “reactionaries rather than rebels.”

Burchill is behind the Telegraph pay wall, but here are the highlights of what would be a must-read column if you could get to it:

The yearning for a less enlightened world infests the woke rainbow. It takes in transgender activists who claim that lesbianism is transphobic and that sportswomen should accept second place to competitors who were born male, fauxminists who believe that a permanent underclass of prostituted women is acceptable and that wearing a hijab is subversive, American antifas and Corbynite clowns who repeat ancient anti-Semitic tropes. But it can be seen most shamelessly in those of the Green stripe.

Burchill takes particular notice of the Extinction Rebellion, which attempted to spray the U.K.’s Treasure red with fake blood but lost control of the hoses:

When Extinction Rebellion sprayed, or at least attempted to spray, thousands of litres of fake blood over the Treasury building this week – after the Treasury quite rightly stated that Britain is well to the forefront of action against climate change – this rag-bag of flora and fauna fetishists demonstrated admirably the childish sense of entitled rage that fuels their tantrums. (Unlike the privately-owned fire-engine they sprayed it from, which is fueled by diesel.) 

“The Treasury has been frustrating efforts by other government departments to take action against climate change because it cares only about economic growth,” one of them said. As though any civilised society could exist without economic growth! But extreme Greens have no time for civilised societies. They want us to go back to the land, toiling in back-breaking jobs, suffering pain without the relief of Big Pharma, old at thirty and dead at forty. 

Hearing the over-privileged and under-productive half-wits of Extinction Rebellion talk about economic growth as if it was child abuse, you can sense real contempt towards people who believe that working at a job in order to make money and pay the taxes which keep society civil is a desirable thing to do. But perhaps this is understandable when you consider that no protest movement has ever featured so many double-barrelled names or Instagram skiing trips, while demonising air travel for the masses. They need a song – the civil rights marchers had We Shall Overcome and the Vietnam War opponents had The Fixin’ To Die Rag – so may I suggest the Noel Coward number Why Do The Wrong People Travel?

“What explains this mass mania to leave Pennsylvania/And clack around like flocks of geese/Demanding dry martinis on the isles of Greece/In the smallest street, where the gourmets meet/They invariably fetch up/And it’s hard to make them accept a steak/That isn’t served rare and smeared with ketchup…”

At the risk of being alarmist – it’s catching – I found it fitting that the red paint doubled back and covered the idiot protesters at one point. 

Because the blood of all those who die in the fetid swamp of a pre-industrial society will be on their hands if they ever succeed in the rewilding of society – with all the savagery that the word implies.

If they succeed, Burchill suggests, we should prepare for Jurassic Park–and not the movie.