“I was there when the strength of men failed.” —Elrond, King of Rivendell

Western men are living contradictions. Raised in relative quietude and comfort while simultaneously yielded to senseless addictions of synthetic violence and rapacious sex that can be accessed with a simple click of a mouse or remote control. Relentlessly nursing at the tit of the same surrogate technologies that helped to emasculate them in the first place, they are ever increasingly committed to one-dimensional displays of brute aggression and primal rage as a necessary means of masking the great secret—that they are actually feminized, overly sensitive and emotionally desperate children who, like the equally surrendered women that pursue their affirmation, would rather live the life like a sub-human animal than become real men.

Tyler Durden was wrong. We do have a great war—the whole world is at war—and love is the battlefield. But narrowing our criteria to purely physical manifestations of blood and bullets allows us to simply pretend it doesn’t exist. The truth is it scares us to death and most men will do anything to dodge that draft.

Such is the so-called 21st century masculinity. All body, no heart. All sensuality, no passion. All violence, no courage. “Men” so insecure, so weak, that they cannot—will not—live beyond themselves. Men who cannot bear the weight of their brothers. Men who don’t care to. Gangstas and metrosexuals who equally primp and preen and adorn themselves in bling and shave their bodies so they can strut like peacocks in front of the women they hope will affirm them. Yesterday at Target I discovered a whole new section of shaving appliances dedicated solely to the elimination of body hair, male body hair. Yes, lesbianism is on the rise and with so few men around why shouldn’t it be? And the response of the western male? Grow up? No, shave ourselves down like our women and be the best bull-dyke in the pack. Perhaps among other women we can compete.

But if it’s all true then why, you ask, should the few men who remain—the throwbacks, the worn and alien Nazarites from another time and place—be threatened by these little boys in women’s clothes?

Simply because these boys are not merely competing for the affection of the culture. They have won it.

It astounds me that so few are concerned or even care that the immediate future of the West is in the hands of whiny little apes. Pray that there are still some men left emotionally alive when it all comes crashing down. You’ll need them.

Does this upset you? Don’t worry. In a few minutes you’ll be back to life in the “real” world and by tomorrow this thorn will most likely be forgotten.

“There is always a heavy demand for fresh mediocrity. In every generation the least cultivated taste has the largest appetite.” —Gauguin