You Can’t Breed Your Way Out of a Dumpster Fire.

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There is something revealing about a government that wants more babies but less healthcare, more births but fewer protections, more children but no responsibility for what happens to them once they exist. 

The demand that women produce more children is being made at the exact moment the state has made it clear it will not keep them safe, housed, healthy, or alive. That isn’t irony; it’s a warning.

Light the candles. 

Dim the lights. 

Play the national anthem. 

Please fuck for the homeland.

Authoritarian governments love to panic about birth rates. Suddenly, the problem isn’t wages, housing, healthcare, climate collapse, or social unraveling; it’s women failing to perform their assigned biological labor on schedule. It isn’t our failing government, but everything is obviously the fault of women not doing their civic duty with their bodies! (This is sarcasm for those who can no longer recognize it.)

The Trump-era fantasy, and its lingering afterlife, is that if you shame women hard enough, strip away enough rights, and throw a few tax credits into the wreckage, the babies will come pouring out like it’s a wartime baby boom. 

But pussies, it turns out, are not patriotic vending machines. They do not dispense infants when you insert repression.

Reproduction is a long bet on continuity; on healthcare access, on housing security, on schools that function, on a society that will not abandon you the moment something goes wrong. Pregnancy is not an act of optimism born from fear. It is not a gesture people make when the future feels unstable, violent, or deliberately cruel. 

You can ban abortion, sneer at childfree women, gut healthcare, and terrorize immigrants all you want, but none of that makes the future feel safe. People do not make that bet when the house is already burning and the people in charge are selling the fire extinguishers for parts.

This is where authoritarian logic collapses in on itself. You cannot demand births while dismantling the conditions that make child-rearing survivable. Maybe in the 1800s, when people only had access to the news most local to them, and couldn’t see global precedent being set in real time, but not in our modern hyper-connected world.

You cannot declare women’s bodies public property while privatizing every risk that comes with pregnancy, birth, disability, or loss.  You cannot sermonize about “family values” while ensuring that families absorb all the cost, all the danger, and all the blame, while using your position of authority to pardon child rapists.

What’s being misread (intentionally as a “fertility crisis”) is actually a legitimacy crisis.  Diapers are expensive. Childcare is impossible. Housing is speculative. Healthcare is conditional. Relationships have shattered. And cruelty has become a governing aesthetic.

Women aren’t “confused”. They’re not “brainwashed”. They’re not “defective”. Women who delay, refuse, or opt out entirely are responding rationally to a system that has made motherhood a high-risk, low-reward endeavor with zero safety net and maximum moral surveillance.

Birth rates are just the excuse. The obsession with “declining fertility” is really an obsession with declining obedience. The refusal isn’t mysterious. It’s diagnostic.

We are also able to recognize that what these regimes actually want isn’t babies; it’s control. You want to eradicate the very safety nets that keep children fed, housed, educated, and alive, while demanding more births from the people most likely to be crushed by poverty. 

You are not confused about outcomes, you are engineering them: poor kids are cheaper; desperate kids are pliable. They fill prisons, enlistment quotas, warehouses, and battlefields. They become the disposable labor and war fodder that keeps the global elite comfortable and insulated from the consequences of their own policies. 

This isn’t about family values or national strength; it’s about maintaining a permanent underclass that can be exploited, disciplined, and sacrificed when needed.

You can’t coerce people into believing in tomorrow. You can’t bully a uterus into optimism.

You can’t scream “your body, my choice”, “repeal women’s right to vote”, “eliminate no fault divorce”, and redact Trump from the Epstein Files, and then force a baby boom out of a society that has made it painfully clear it does not care whether women (or their children) thrive once they arrive.

Authoritarianism may love order, legacy, and lineage, but reproduction requires something far more threatening to power: trust.

So no, pussies do not pop during authoritarianism. They clench. They hesitate. They log onto group chats and quietly compare notes. They notice when a country is hostile to their autonomy, indifferent to their survival, and openly resentful of their independence. And they act accordingly.

xx JJ