Let’s have a heart-to-heart about the “Good Old Days.”
When a man says he wants to go back to 1950, the mob immediately starts screaming about civil rights and oppression. But they’re missing the point. We don’t want the hats; we want the values. We want a world where peer pressure was a public service. We want a world where your neighbors were the jury, and “shunning” was a scalpel used to cut the rot out of the neighborhood.
Today? Bullying is only allowed if you’re a left-wing zealot with a blue-check mark. The rest of us are forced to pretend that every selfish, destructive whim is a “lifestyle choice.”
The Mormon Fishbowl
I grew up in the shadow of the LDS church—a high-pressure cooker of gossip. People left because they couldn’t handle the scrutiny. But here’s the secret: if your ship was clean, that scrutiny was your protection.
I remember sitting in a meeting, watching a returned missionary speak. He was fresh back from Japan, speaking the language, looking like a goddamn saint. The room was packed. The pre-teen Mormon girls were literally vibrating in their seats, gawking at him like he was a rock star because he was “temple worthy” and “god-like.”
I looked at my two little daughters—not even in first grade yet—and a cold realization hit me: Am I raising missionary whores? Am I raising girls whose only ambition is to be the prize for the next “square” who checks all the right boxes? I love a good man as much as anyone, but my God, life is going to be boring for them. I found myself thinking, “Go do something crazy. Go get into an orgy, find five black guys, see the world, get the filth out of your system, and keep it to yourself. Then, and only then, marry the boring guy.”
I never baptized my kids. I was looking for the exit. I didn’t want them to be part of a factory line that produces “purity” for men who haven’t earned it.
The Inheritance Carrot
And then there’s the American family. My father is 77. He’s sitting on a pile of cash while his sons drive pieces of shit and struggle for an education. Why are we waiting for the funeral to fix the present?
He treats inheritance like a carrot on a stick—a bad dream people are forced to chase. It would cost him two percent of his net worth to change his children’s lives now. To pay for the meals, the airfare, the schooling. Instead, he hangs the organic bitterness of a “wait-and-see” legacy. It’s a patriarch value system that has forgotten its only job: to provide.
The Asian Tradition Myth
I look at the woman I’m with here in Vietnam. She lives in a culture that talks a big game about “Tradition.” The rule is simple: the son takes care of the mother until she dies, and then he gets the house.
But the reality? Her brother is off “enjoying life” and doing exactly zero. The mother is 77, and it’s the daughters doing the heavy lifting. The mother has lowered the bar, praying that the son will just “remember her in the afterlife” while the daughters sweat in the present.
And the control? It’s a poison. This mother denied my girl’s first love because he wasn’t “good-looking enough” and she “knew he would leave.” Now she’s with a husband her mother did approve of, and she’s miserable. The mother prayed over her belly that the kids would be pretty like the father.
That’s the “Factory Tag” of Asian beauty. Everyone looks almost the same—standardized, uniform, mass-produced. There are a few home runs, sure, but the general population is just a factory stamp. And we’re supposed to sacrifice our happiness for the “wisdom” of people who think beauty is a moral virtue?
The Female Virus
Let’s stop being “politically correct” and say the words: the number one problem in America right now is women. Specifically, liberal white women.
Look at the Olympics. The US men’s team wins gold, and they celebrate with the President. They’re proud of the flag. They’re invited to the White House, and they go. They understand the contract.
But the women? The hockey team, the gymnasts, the “activist” athletes? They win gold and then publicly spit on the invitation. They use the platform the USA gave them to trash the very soil they stood on to win. They’re anti-USA because of “values” that don’t make sense—legendary stories and one-sided narratives fueled by raw emotion.
When women touch a community, they tend to bring this “anti-white, anti-achievement, anti-tradition” cloister with them. They have turned “selfishness” into a virtue.
Charles’ Final Assessment
What the hell is this all about?
It’s about the fact that we are tired. We are exhausted by a society that allows a left-wing whack-job to threaten you for saying a word, but calls it “progress” when a mother aborts a child or a wife walks out on a family because she “isn’t happy today.”
We want to go backwards, but only to the point where common sense was a requirement for entry. I want a neighborhood where I can say, “This is what I want near me, and this is what I don’t.” I want a world where your skin color isn’t a license to beat a man for a word, and where your gender isn’t an excuse to be an ungrateful parasite to the country that fed you.
Traditional values are great, but who are we fooling? In America, we’ve replaced them with a “Make it up as you go” philosophy that values the antithesis of achievement. In Vietnam, they’ve kept the rules but the men have stopped following them.
Maybe the only real value left is self-reliance. Awaken yourself, set your own rules, and let the rest of them rot in their “approved” marriages and their anti-American parades.
I’m 57, I’ve got white teeth, and I’m done pretending their “values” are worth the paper they aren’t written on.
Pour a double. The past isn’t coming back, and the future is a mess. Exactly where we belong.
