Wimp Nation: Poised to Fall

Marlboro Man

An example of pathological masculinity, male privilege, substance abuse, and patriarchy with overtones of violence against women and people of color, as well as probable homophobia. May drive a truck.

Come morning, I receive emails from friends documenting the curious social transformation coming over the US. These missives usually accompany links to some new tragicomic antics. E.g., Harvard, once a university, lets students invent odd pronouns to promote gender equity. “He” and “she” represent oppression and lack of inclusion.

Recently a friend, a Harvard PhD, wrote and said, “It’s not funny anymore.” I thought, and realized that, no, it isn’t. Things that seemed the obsessions of the occasional lugubrious neurotic are so common that they represent a change in the national character. It is eerie. Something  strange is happening.

What now is the national character? What sort of country is America today? A country of rugged individualism? Land of the free and home of the brave? A nation of the independent and self-reliant?

Let us start with Brave.

“Student wearing Halloween costume prompts Pueblo County school lockdown

“Pueblo County High School was on lockdown for more than an hour Wednesday after authorities say a student was apprehended wearing a trench coat and gas mask.”

Or

Panic strikes school after student says ‘gum’

“A student at Lehman High School  reportedly asked for some chewing gum, but another student thought the student said “gun,” KCEN reports.
“No gun was found and Hays County, Texas school district spokesman Tim Savoy insists the school was never in “lock down,” though school administrators did “hold students in their extended class periods to investigate….”

Rugged? Not even close. Obesity is so common that the Army has trouble finding recruits. Professors complain of the emotional fragility of the young.

College Students Call Police, Seek Counseling After Seeing Mouse

Or

Declining Student Resilience: A Serious Problem for Colleges.”

They cry if they don’t get A’s.

MarlboroMan2

The new gender-neutral Navy. Don’t you feel safer? I do. Not sure of the gender, though.

Psychologists note a surge of narcissism among the young. Students in universities need “safe spaces” where they won’t hear any word or idea that upsets them.

In College and Hiding from Scary Ideas”

Somebody might do a microaggression or commit a racial slur, such as saying “watermelon.”

The United States has become a nation of weak, pampered, easily frightened, helpless milquetoasts who have never caught a fish, fired a gun, chopped a log, hitchhiked across the country, or been in a schoolyard fight. If their cat dies, they call a grief therapist. Everything frightens Americans.

School District Bans Playing Tag to Ensure the Physical and Emotional Safety of All Students”

Independent? No. America is a nation of employees, afraid of the boss, trapped by the retirement system, worried that if they lose the job they won’t get another one.

Farmers can be independent. So can mechanics with their own tools, commercial fishermen with their own boats. Employees sitting in a maze of cubicles like letters in some gigantic crossword puzzle are not independent.

Self-reliant? Americans now depend on the hive for almost everything. The faucet leaks? Call the plumber. The car makes funny noises? Go to a mechanic. Someone is sneaking around your house at night? Call a cop. A porch light stops working? Call the electrician. You saw a mouse? Call a psychiatrist. Self-defense? Dear God, no. Too macho.

Further, Americans cannot feed themselves. If any catastrophe–revolution, war, epidemic–breaks the link between the two percent who work on farms and the cities, within a week New Yorkers will be eating each other.

Individualism? America is among the least individualistic countries on the planet. The United States discourages everything reflecting difference, whether architectural, political, or cultural, often under heavy penalty. It is the land of indistinguishable shopping malls, of burger chains and tract suburbs of a hundred identical houses. Urban architecture means the office block. Casper looks like Des Moines looks like everywhere else. When a region like the South stubbornly tries to maintain its identity, the hive forces it to conform. I am reminded of what I believe to be a Japanese proverb: “The nail that stands up is beaten down.” We are more a nation less of nails than of thumbtacks, though.

The ferocious American hostility to individualism is most virulent in the form of political correctness, which requires that all of us think the same things. The universities are worst, and they are the future. Once, unpopular ideas were argued and freedom of speech respected, however grudgingly. Today we have the pack mind.

Beyond the insistence that everyone should be like everyone else is the insistence that everyone already is like everyone else. No differences exist between men and women, sex being a social construct, and thus women should be in the Marines. Differences of race do not exist, race being a social construct, so if members of one non-existent race do not do as well at physics as members of another nonexistent race, we must on racial grounds hire them as physicists anyway under affirmative action, since differences are social constructs.

Home of the free? America is controlled, watched, and regulated to a degree  unimaginable in 1960. Speakers on subways admonish us to watch other passengers for suspicious behavior. We dance barefoot in airports. Cameras read our license plates and mail us tickets. Freedom of speech? Say anything interpretable as a “racial slur” and you lose your job. Truth has nothing to do with it. You are a reporter? Criticize Israel and you lose your job. Offend the proliferating sexual curiosities and you lose your job. Surveillance cameras are everywhere. Freedom of religion? Overt Christianity is almost illegal.

Ten Commandments Removed from State Capitol per Oklahoma Supreme Court”

You are not free to decide what your children are taught in school. If you suggest that Sojourner Truth was not perhaps as important to civilization as Aristotle, your children will be horrified and, if they mention your heresy at school, you will probably have a visit from Child Protective Services.

Democratic? As Stalin had show trials, America has show elections. These serve to distract the public while keeping them away from issues of importance. Who do you vote for if you want to end the wars, halve the military budget, end affirmative action, get the government out of family life, control criminal minorities who burn cities, and slap down NSA?

Strong? America actually wants weaklings.

Students warned: Bulging biceps, big guns advance unhealthy masculinity”

But in today’s America, any masculinity at all is unhealthy.

Navy teaching members to combat “Male Privilege”

Wimps Healthy masculinity. The new America.

The United States, in a historical first, has turned the pyramid of civilization upside down. Universities, instead of seeking the qualified, actually look for the unqualified.

Georgetown University Drops SAT/ACT Requirement”.

This latter is needed to open the gates to the “disadvantaged,” meaning the stupid. And it has worked marvelously:

Forbes: “America’s Millennials Are Among the World’s Least Skilled”

Specifically, they are short on literacy, numeracy, ability to follow simple orders, poor at solving problems. Oh good.

This ménage of middle-school delicates is not the country that fought World War II, or Vietnam. It is a jellyfish threatening to collapse under any serious stress. Corrupt, seriously divided racially, the middle-class sinking, ruled by fools and kleptocrats, a house of pudding cannot stand.  Scared, fat, weak, fragile, narcissistic, herd-minded, prissy, censorious and, increasingly, ignorant. Deliberately ignorant. This is wonderful stuff.

It warms a curmudgeon’s heart.

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TE
TE
October 24, 2015 11:15 pm

@bam bam, thankee’ sir, that was phenomenal!

I live in an “educated” and “upper middle” – mainly union – northern city of 100,000.

We, at least, have widened our food minds, but that is because of the immigrants, not the ‘murkin natives. Fast majority is either chain, or mom/pop, but ALL are primarily Gordon/Sysco pre-packaged and fried.

The children, mainly due to 6 days a week of after school sports activities, are thinner. But this is our fourth year of Mrs Obama’s “healthy schools” starvation diets and it is changing.

Natural fats, and foods, are outlawed, our kids drink skim milk, or chocolate HFCS laden skim, and eat Weight Watchers pizza. Carbs, carbs, carbs with a side of carbs. And the teachers wonder why the kids, whom are barely allowed to move unless in “gym” or outside once a day, are going back and forth between sugar rush and crash. Future diabetics won’t necessarily be fat if this insanity isn’t stopped soon.

The first thing I noticed about this area when I moved here was the sheer number of churches. Detroit, I believe, has about a 100 to 1 ratio of churches to grocery stores. If calling yourself Christian and showing up once a week is what makes murderers moral, well then we’ve won.

The meth, oh dear gawd. The Federales made pseudoephidrine nearly impossible to buy, yet the meth labs have dropped their prices and continue to crank it out. But really, you gotta’ feel sorry for the little chemists, they have some heavy competition from the Afghani war/CIA backed heroin flooding the ‘burbs and, of course, the legal Oxycontin/other pharms that nearly everyone is eating like candy.

What would we expect from the largest drug experiment ever? Vaccines in utero, 50 shots before the age of 4, two flu shots (even as flu incidence grows, figure that one out) plus ADHD for the carb rush/crash kids that are actively discouraged from moving their asses as kids always have? Exactly how wouldn’t these poor kids end up buying cheaper, and not regulated, illegal drugs? Their brains CRAVE it, it is literally all their brains know.

Again @bam, nicely done. Thank you!

Lysander
Lysander
October 25, 2015 2:08 am

@ BamBam…What a great observation! Especially your last paragraph: “It’s over. The goal isn’t to take back America. The goal is to brace for impact, and keep your head down when everyone soon loses theirs.”

@TE…There’s meth where I live, but the big deal is the cheap heroin, which comes, like you said, from the poppy fields in Afghanistan. That is, the American guarded poppy fields. And the USAF cargo planes flying it out to the processing centers. And the CIA distribution networks for the major players.

Where I live is your classic small city, 94% White, which has such a heroin problem that the Mayor has asked the local newspaper not to report all the busts because it will make it harder for her to attract new business. I wrote a letter to the editor to mention that the only new business the Mayor is likely to see is the expanding heroin trade. Who is coming to CT to start up a business in a dying old post-industrial town? Nobody, that’s who.

BTW… TE, did you ever see the recipe for meth? It ain’t like Breaking Bad showed it. Oh, holy shit, you can’t believe what goes into making it. No wonder all their hair and teeth fall out in a few years and their skin turns grey. Fortunately, all heroin does is destroy your life, your health and takes your soul.

Iska Waran
Iska Waran
October 25, 2015 4:09 am

How did we get from talking about fags to talking about meth?

John Coster
John Coster
October 25, 2015 10:07 am

I doubt there is any example in all of history that can show so rapid a degeneration of a population. Of course, the Romans didn’t have Madison Avenue and TV. Partly because of our wonderful “multi-cultural” educational system, Americans have no history. What could be more dangerous to the corporatocracy than a belief that the nation was founded on important principles by very tough white men? This is not racism; it is history. I have a wonderful African daughter in law, just finishing up dental school. She doesn’t have a problem with history. Anyone who actually reads about the American Revolution quickly comes to realize that it was a war of independence fought by an extremely independent people. The physical toughness of the colonials is almost hard to believe when considered from the perspective of modern GMO riddled America. They walked all over the theater of war with worn out shoes in every kind of weather and slept out in the cold on a regular basis. And considering how relatively mild British tyranny was, it’s amazing how willing they were to go to war. Their individual independence was what motivated their commitment to political independence. There is no place for these men in Common Core. And yes, there were no women in the trenches, but anyone reading documents from the time soon realizes the immense respect that existed between the sexes. Of course, there was the evil of slavery and the usual influence of financial interests, but that is a poor excuse for discarding the nobler aspects of our own history. That history offers some dramatic contrasts to the decadent spectacle depicted in this article. Moreover, this politically correct nanny state thinking accommodates from a safe distance kinds of violence that would have shocked the most hardened veterans of the American Revolution.

flash
flash
October 25, 2015 10:14 am

and the most pressing question is..
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flash
flash
October 25, 2015 10:17 am

isn’t that special….
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Burticus
Burticus
October 25, 2015 10:38 am

What can one little guy do? BE A TRIM TAB!
Attributions to The Daily Sheeple

“Something hit me very hard once, thinking about what one little man could do. Think of the Queen Mary — the whole ship goes by and then comes the rudder. And there’s a tiny thing at the edge of the rudder called a trimtab. It’s a miniature rudder. Just moving the little trim tab builds a low pressure that pulls the rudder around. Takes almost no effort at all. So I said that the little individual can be a trimtab. Society thinks it’s going right by you, that it’s left you altogether. But if you’re doing dynamic things mentally, the fact is that you can just put your foot out like that and the whole big ship of state is going to go. So I said, call me Trimtab.” – R. Buckminster Fuller

Stay out of debt
Ignore corporate marketing, propaganda, promotions, gimmicks and sponsors
Avoid consumer products, lifestyle options & services critical to the fabrication of self-identity
Buy used stuff, construct, fix and re-use stuff
Always pay cash whenever you can, or barter goods & services
Keep no more than one credit card with low credit limit and pay off monthly
Abandon big banks, keep minimal cash in a credit union, or use cryptocurrencies
Divest from the manipulated stock markets and Ponzi scheme bond markets
Invest/store wealth in gold, silver, land and private businesses
Ignore, refuse, refuse, condemn and starve the enabling beast, government, give or take nothing
Store non-perishable food, supplies, tools, keep a seed bank, buy a gravity water purifier
Stockpile rifles, pistols, shotguns & ammo, bear everywhere lawful and defend life & property
Get educated on political & economic systems and history (watch Overview of America)
Abstain or refuse to vote for politicians from ruling political parties, advocate state secession
Forcefully repudiate politically corrupt thought police and their social engineering
Spread the word, be a trim tab!

Backtable
Backtable
October 25, 2015 12:38 pm

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ragman
ragman
October 25, 2015 3:54 pm

Wif Shanequa as “Captain”, La-a in the right seat and Domin’iquette and Lemongelo in the back, that fucking “airline” should be paying YOU to fly on dat lowrider! No thanks! I’d bet that the CVR of one of their flights is just fuckin’ amazing.

I.C.
I.C.
October 26, 2015 7:49 am

In light of the “pussification of America”, I found it very discouraging (disgusting, even) to have no means to connect with or locate a grief support group when I lost my youngest son suddenly 2 years ago.
I found that there were only ‘gateway’ avenues that I could contact with and get screened for. If I was fortunate I suppose I might be “accepted” into some nebulous support group to find someone/anyone to help me cope with the loss of my son.
I do not belong to a church anymore. Since I was not, and never was, diagnosed with any mental disorder/disease/depression, I had no way to find the way into some kind of support.
I found nothing online unless I paid for, or was accepted into, some support group of nebulous online community.
Incredible how a TRUE need for grief support is a locked-up entity that no one can seem to find if/when needed.
Yet here is this article, summarizing what we all see every day, at every corner — weenies who cringe at the sight of a mouse, or young women who are dying to have a victim-label they can use as their forever-crutch.
It’s despicable.
Personally, I don’t give a damn if each of these sissified fools have daily panic attacks. They are all so self-absorbed, so ready for full-on therapy, they deserve their life of fictitious misery.
As for me, here it is, 2 years later, and every day, I fight to maintain composure and sanity. I do it alone. I still try to beat away the shock, the raw pain, the occasional anger. My son died. His life was cut out abruptly.
And the screwed-up, moronic wimps of the millennial generation can’t handle the he/she pronoun backlash?

Stucky
Stucky
October 26, 2015 9:35 am

I.C.

The ONLY thing I actually value in my own life are my relationships, especially with my small (in number) family. I don’t know if I personally could survive the unexpected death of one of my two sons. I don’t know how you do it. You must be stronger than you think. Stronger than me, that’s for sure.

FWIW, my heart goes out to you. I can only second Admin’s comment … I am so very sorry for your loss.

Tristana
Tristana
October 26, 2015 10:39 am

We are doomed to fall and be eliminated: http://www.dranthonynapoleon.com/#!The-Grim-Reaper-Makes-a-Whirring-Sound/c7a5/562c90c10cf2dee0be97f74a

His views are supported with a sermon titled “Google versus God”:

Muck About
Muck About
October 26, 2015 11:46 am

I really liked the photo of the female First Class Electronic Technician shown above.. Having done my time in the Navy – went active as an E3 (seaman), passed the ET3 (E4) (Third Class Electronic Technican) course and was given my “eagle” after being active duty for 3 months. Made E5 (2nd Class ET) a year later and almost immediately discharged, having fulfilled my obligation with a two year active hitch.

Getting to 1st Class ET (E6) and still looking like a 13 year old is quite an accomplishment – that’s one sharp young lady – and I bet (assuming the picture is real) she’ll be wearing a Chief’s hat in the minimum amount of time allowed.

Now when she makes Chief (E7), off goes the whites and cookie-cutter hat and on goes the browns and a billed hat. But what in the world will happen in the chief’s quarters (also known as the “Goat Locker”) when she shows up?

I can’t imagine the ruckus when a wee girl totes her sea bag into the Goat Locker the first time!

As you might have guessed, I’m all for letting the ladies do whatever they are able to do (WITHOUT cutting qualification requirements) in the Armed Forces. We now have a hot lady flying in the Blue Angles (or is it another branch hot pilots? I’m not sure.) Anything that doesn’t require brute force or stamina – and requires brains and skill to perform should be left wide open for the ladies who wish to serve in the armed forces.

Their addition to the armed forces does not pussy-fye anyone or anything when it’s done the right way.

MA

Credit
Credit
October 26, 2015 11:46 am

something in the water maybe…. think i’m gonna start lining my ball cap with aluminium foil

jonathan
jonathan
October 26, 2015 2:04 pm

General answers to comments here. ( jackheart2014.blogspot.com/2015/10/the-goddess.html#comment-form ) ++ (projectavalon. net/forum4/showthread.php?86288-Something-Weird-Is-Happening-Across-America-&s=710cb2d1b16a4576b42eaa33608c412f) ++ a “hot date site” (americanfemaleposters .blogspot.com/)

jamesthewanderer
jamesthewanderer
October 26, 2015 2:57 pm

I.C., my sincerest sympathy for your loss.

When your time comes to fly with the angels, may your son be the first to take your hand and lead you Homewards. Until then, may His comforting touch and grace be upon you, and the peace that knows no limits be solace to your soul.

JtW

Stucky
Stucky
October 26, 2015 3:05 pm

JtW

You might have missed I.C.’s comment that he doesn’t belong to a church.

jamesthewanderer
jamesthewanderer
October 26, 2015 5:13 pm

You’re right, Stucky, I did, and I suspect the Eternal is too busy trying to keep us from destroying ourselves to spend much effort on any particular prayer / blessing of mine.

Still, if it should ease his burden any, i would have it so; and if not, at least I would cause him no harm. My feeble words alone should not pain him, and if they do I am sorry, and hope he ignores them.

What’s that the Pagan types say? “sending light and positive energies your way”, something like that? That, then, if it’s possible.

Stucky
Stucky
October 26, 2015 5:18 pm

JtW

hey, your heart was in the right place.

I should just learn to STFU.

jamesthewanderer
jamesthewanderer
October 26, 2015 5:55 pm

No worries, Stucky.

“The God I believe in hears prayers in any language, truth and wisdom in any voice, honor and discipline in any action that bears them. He cares not about race, color or nationality, nor wealth nor poverty, nor place nor time. Those who believe in peace and justice believe in Him, as those who believe in mercy and redemption; there are none in prison, in slavery, nor even the grave which escape His notice. He will redeem those who suffer, and those who are distressed, for that is His nature; and those who spread suffering and death will know his gaze also, whether or not they believe in Him”.
—- cannot locate source, now that I want to

“I tremble for my country, when I reflect that God is just” – T. Jefferson

I.C.
I.C.
October 27, 2015 8:30 am

Admin, Stucky, Jamesthewanderer — I appreciate the words each of you contributed here. No one said anything wrong, in fact — thank you for taking the time and effort to provide a message.

As a mother, there was no alternative for me but to continue to be a strong parent — to be strong for the rest of our family. There were 2 other brothers, 1 being as close to a ‘twin’ as possible without sharing the same birthday. There was the father, the grandparents. There were the young nieces and nephew, each too young to understand that saying ‘goodbye’ meant forever on our Earth.

I do not belong to a church but I am, and always have been a Believer since I can remember. One of the passages I chose to have read at his grave was John 14: Let not your heart be troubled. The pastor used my son’s great-grandfather’s time-worn Bible.

Anyone who loses a family member knows that there is only so much support that the remaining surviving family can provide. After all, they, too, have suffered a loss, though the loss is different because of their relationship with the departed.

To stay ‘strong’, I made a promise to myself: I would never lay in bed during the day and cry. I never have to this day. I stay active. I keep lists. I set goals. I try hard to stay focused and busy. Just after the funeral, I spent a week painting our four-board fence. Then I moved on to another large job. I found myself staying reclusive, partly because it’s who-I-am and partly because I did not want to engage the general public in a state of emotional frailty.

Without having anyone to really talk to, I learned to ‘stuff it’. I’ve gotten very good at this technique. I can force myself to hold on until no one is around, or home, and then I can relax, pray, cry or talk out loud to my deceased son. I miss him but most of my grief is because his life here was cut short. He was finishing college and he had so much to look forward to on Earth. We had a really good relationship and had enjoyed some great ‘deep talks’ even though he was a liberal and fought me hard on ‘global warming.’ lol

Most days it all seems like a bad dream. It is surreal, even as I stand before his grave. He would want me/us to carry on and go forward. And so I do as I go forward, knowing some day we will be reunited…