So you’ve found your way to this quiet, dirty corner of the world. This is where we keep the political posts. We call it “Societal Decay,” because we’re not in the business of selling you pretty lies anymore. The patient is on the table, the chest is cracked open, and we’re here to perform the goddamn autopsy. What you’ll find in this collection of stories, rants, and barstool sermons is a long, hard, and unflinching look at the beautiful, ugly, and completely deliberate suicide of the West.
We’ll talk about the great, modern sickness. The quiet, creeping rot that has convinced the creators of the modern world, a people who make up a mere sixteen percent of the global population, that their history is a crime, their culture is a disease, and their very existence is a sin.
We’ll examine the machinery of this grand deception—the most successful marketing campaign in the history of the world, a counterfeit gospel preached from every television, every university, every corporate boardroom, designed to turn a lion into a lapdog, to replace pride with a quiet, gnawing, and completely manufactured guilt.
We’ll talk about the warnings from the forefathers, the old, dead bastards who understood the ugly, beautiful, and completely necessary truths of power and survival, and how we, in our infinite, modern wisdom, have decided to piss all over the blueprints they left us. And most of all, we’ll talk about our own complicity in this mess. Because this wasn’t just done to us. We let it happen. We bought the product. We drank the Kool-Aid. We are the architects of our own goddamn cage. Don’t come here looking for answers. Don’t come here looking for hope. Hope is a cheap drink for the men who are still trying to pretend the bar isn’t on fire. No. Come here for the truth.
They tell you this thing, maybe you read it in some book when you were too young and stupid to know better: “Behind all perceptions of man, only love exists.” What a load of horseshit. My first thought was, No.…
You want to stay. After all this, after the whole goddamn, beautiful, ugly circus, you want to stay here and have “ties” with your grandkids. You have this picture in your head, don’t you? A quiet, respectable, and completely fraudulent…
I had this theory when I was a kid. A beautiful, simple, and completely wrongheaded piece of biological taxonomy. Dogs were men, and cats were women. That was it. Made perfect sense to my little, pea-sized brain. Dogs were loud,…
This isn’t just a diagnosis; it’s a goddamn epitaph for a generation. A boy feels he has to be something other than himself to be loved and accepted. And he grows up to be a “nice guy.” A quiet, respectable,…
You have to understand, there’s a default setting in the machinery of this new, ugly world. A quiet, simple, and completely bullshit piece of programming that runs in the background of everything. And the code is this: men are bad,…
It’s late. The world outside is quiet, but in here, in the cheap, rented space behind my own eyes, the goddamn war is still raging. You spend a lifetime trying to be a good man, a decent man, a man…
Let’s talk about Disneyland. The Magic Kingdom. The Happiest Place on Earth. A beautiful, clean, and completely fraudulent paradise built on a swamp by a man who was afraid of mice. It’s the perfect metaphor for the whole goddamn American…
It’s late. The world outside is quiet, but in here, in the cheap, rented space behind my own eyes, the goddamn war is still raging. You’re asking me to explain the sickness, to draw a map of the battlefield. The…
There’s that old song, the one from a time when we were still allowed to have a little bit of truth in our music. “There’s something happening here,” the man sings, “what it is ain’t exactly clear. There’s a man…
You’re asking me to perform an autopsy on the soul of the West. I’m sitting here, in the dark, and I’m thinking about the question. The one you’re not allowed to ask. Why? Why are the white countries, the Western…
I remember the old fear. The fear of sterilization. Not the kind they do with a knife, but the kind they do with a gray flannel suit and a goddamn rulebook. You look at the old pictures, the ones from…
Her name was Arena Zaretska. She was twenty-three years old. A beautiful kid. She fled a goddamn warzone, Ukraine, to come here, to America, the great, shining city on a hill, the land of the free and the home of…
When George Floyd died, they burnt down cities.When one of our own is killed, we hold a candlelight vigil. We are not the same. Let’s not pretend we are. Let’s not sit here and sing Kumbaya and talk about “common…
A message to my friends on the other side of the fire. I get it. I really do. I know what you’re thinking. To admit, even for a second, that you might be on the wrong side of this whole…
It’s 3:30 in the goddamn morning here in the Tucson shithole. The only sounds are the hum of the refrigerator and the quiet, steady beat of my own tired heart. The coffee is black and bitter, like a good memory.…
Listen up, you beautiful, fucked-up bastards. I want you to look around. Not just at this shitty little room you’re sitting in, but at your whole goddamn life. Look at the cheap furniture you bought on credit, the clothes in…
You want to understand the sickness? You have to start with the stories they tell themselves. You look at the movies, the big, loud, and completely brain-dead blockbusters that pass for culture these days. What’s the story? It’s always the…
Let’s play a game. A hypothetical. Let’s build a man. Let’s say this man, he does everything right. He’s an average American sonofabitch. He keeps his nose clean, he works the jobs he hates, he pays his taxes. He lives…
The coffee tastes like regret. I’m sitting here, staring at my phone, that little black mirror of all our modern sins, and I’m thinking about last night. And I’m not thinking about the woman. Not really. I’m thinking about the…
You find yourself sitting at a table with your own family, and you realize you’re in a foreign country. My father, in a fit of bravery, calls his own brother a racist. His wife, a sixty-five-year-old woman who’s suddenly decided…
I had my Black Pearl over on our every-other-Friday. It was a routine. We’d drink, we’d talk, we’d end up in the sack. But there were always two elephants in the room, taking up all the goddamn air. One, she…
I had my Black Pearl over on our every-other-Friday. It was a routine. We’d drink, we’d talk, we’d end up in the sack. But there were always two elephants in the room, taking up all the goddamn air. One, she…
You know, sometimes the weirdest shit just falls out of your mouth. I was on a date a few months back. The usual dance. Small bites, a couple of drinks. She seemed interested enough. She was from Michigan; you could…
Out of all the places I’ve lived and visited, I need to share this with you: Tucson is, by far, the most boring goddamn shithole on the face of the Earth. The high point of your week here is finding…
I think if a blue-haired activist can scream in the middle of a city square about the moral right to extinguish a healthy fetus for convenience, and some overweight patriot in wraparound shades can wave the American flag while shouting…
Another drink, another thought—this one gnawing at me. Why the hell do we tip the pretty girls but not the ones busting their asses behind the scenes? You ever think about that? You pay fourteen bucks for a hamburger, right?…
I went on a date with this woman once—one of those self-proclaimed “good moms.” You know the type. The ones who brag about how open they are with their kids, how they let their teenage sons bring their girlfriends over…
I just read a report about the Department of Government Efficiency—DOGE, because even the government’s own people are in on the joke—and in just thirty days, they exposed exactly what anyone with half a brain already knew. Retirement processing for…