You’ll definitely want to read all of this one, people.
It isnâ€™t hard to see how we got here, to an age when America is more than willing to sacrifice its boys. To quoteÂ Fight Club, â€œWeâ€™re a generation of men raised by women.â€ And the women who raised my generation had a saying:Â All men are pigs. But thereâ€™s another saying those same women were enamored with and that is:Â The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
So here we are, coming close to fifty years of single mothers raising their boys as if they were animals. Two generations of young men raised to believe theyâ€™re broken, immoral, and dangerous. That their natural state, if left unchecked and unmedicated, is a sexual ticking time bomb of rape and abuse. Half a century of academia peddling a grim version of history that holds your gender personally responsible for all the wrongs ever to have happened in the world. And a press, that at this very moment, is blaming YOU for every school shooting to have ever occurred.
After all this, how could thereÂ notÂ be a crisis of masculinity?
So to the boys and young men of America, believe me when I say it isnâ€™t you who should be apologizing for the state of our world today. This mess was set in motion long before you were born.
You are not bad.
You are not broken.
You are not inherently evil or a sexual abuser in waiting.
You are boys who were robbed of your right to be men.
All your life youâ€™ve been told to act, think, and behave like women. To suppress your passions, your pride, your need to compete and drive to achieve.
Now society is crumbling around us.
Gee, whodathunkit? Say it with me, y’all: UNEXPECTED!™
Progressivism has so, so much to answer for—so much damage and disaster attributable directly to their stupidity and arrogance, with the accounting long overdue. But I suppose sane people must bear some of the blame too, for being so tolerant of the Left’s lunatic folly for so long, instead of immediately crushing them like insects as should have been done.
Which, y’know, it’s never too late to rectify that unfortunate lapse.