Is it possible to defend Western Civilization without defending, and standing for, Christianity and the West?
I happen not to think so. Sadly, some of the more disheveled among my own generation appear to disagree with me.
Every time I see some half-wit, lack-wit, want-wit, fuck-wit, or any other sort of missing-wit propounding the notion that the only way to reckon with the current situation is to throw the West away, and for the men who are feeling sorry for themselves (because they’re not getting enough rough sex in the USA) to run away to places like Romania (hello, Andrew Tate), the Philippines, or Thailand, where they think there are easier pickings and that the grass is “greener” (or often “browner” as the case may be), I see those cowards who believe in “sex without responsibility” and who think they are speaking up (anonymously, of course) for the only important thing in life, from behind the curtain. (I pass over the fact that many of those same people have ditched, in the most unpleasant circumstances, their families and all those who have depended on them, leaving them suddenly and unexpectedly bereft.)
And I cannot help but notice the other desperate women (a few of whom I’ve met) who enable such men and who sell themselves in distressed circumstances just so they can send some money home to their families.
The young man who’s my neighbor, and who’s been shearing my sheep since before he was old enough to drive, in the days when his mother had to drive him to my home, and the days in which I sometimes had to give him a ride back to his home, just graduated from high school.
Here are some of his accomplishments: Stalwart church member. Honor speaker at his high school commencement. Set to attend the United States Military Acadamy at West Point. Eagle Scout. Senior Class President. Honor Society President. Multiple-year qualifier for the cross-country team, and four-time regional medalist for the track team. Member of the regional equestrian team. Member of the National Pike Trail Committee. Recipient of the Marine Corps Good Citizen Award, the Daughters of the American Revolution Good Citizen Award, and the Challenge Program Award for Academic Excellence.
Not a cowardly bone in his body. A person less afraid of hard and dirty work I have yet to meet.
West Point is lucky to have him.
The United States of America is in good hands; it matters not how many of the Boomer generation have gone narcissistic and wobbly and moved out. I might not be one of them, but I know many who have.
Sorry, my friends, you’re no longer relevant, and if you ever had anything to offer, you’ve buried it under the weight of your own shallow narcissism and neediness, and with those of the friends you’ve dragged under the bus with you into a place you–and they–well deserve.
We. See. You. All.
