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.
