We live in a terrible age. 

“Just get a paycheck and have a family,” I was told today. “Let the world crush your dreams. Just wait ‘till you get married.” 

This advice was given to me as a piece of celebrated wisdom, a valued cultural ritual of great significance worthy of emulation. 

It was given positively, without any trace of bitterness or irony. 

It was, quite frankly, given to me as the Gospel of our Age. 

WIN YOUR MEDAL OF HONOR 

When I heard this, I absolutely lost it. 

I lost it because this is our answer to the savage Postmodern Menace that is creeping its sprawling tentacles across the globe today. 

If you don’t want to be a blue-haired, pronoun-laden, Woke Social Justice Warrior, well then your only other option is this “Paycheck and Family, Dream Crushing and Marriage.” 

Yep…go to a job you hate that gives you no meaning. Get enough money for yourself to survive. 

Go out and marry the first woman that is halfway nice to you, who is probably a 3.5 on a scale of 10.

Such a mediocre human specimen is the only woman that will be nice to you, because you have no dreams, have no meaning, and are working solely for sustenance…

Because you know, you’re eyeballs deep in the Dream Crushing Routine. 

And because you’re eyeballs deep, you don’t bring anything Spiritually or Physically to the table, so you can’t get anything better. 

Never you mind though, because everybody is gonna pat you on the back and treat you like you’ve won the Medal of Honor (or the Victoria Cross for our friends across the Pond) by marrying this 3.5. 

HOPE MISPLACED 

You’re gonna hope things get better because this mediocre woman is in your life and she’s gonna give you dreams and a reason to live. 

But she doesn’t. 

And so you work harder at your terrible job you hate, trying to make more money than just meagre sustenance, because you hope that this will make things better.

But it doesn’t.  

Then suddenly you find yourself with a kid from the 3.5 minutes of lovemaking you’ve had with the 3.5 woman (and you only got that 3.5 minutes because it was your birthday).

And then you think…

“Oh! Having a kid will change my life.”

But it doesn’t. 

Your kids look at you, and with the instinctive knowledge that kids have, they see that your life is sad, you are a shell of a man, your 3.5 wife doesn’t respect you and sees you solely as a paycheck. 

Then the show gets interesting. 

THE CONVENTIONAL GOSPEL 

By the time your kids are in their teens, they are going to rebel. 

They are going to go down one of two paths, given whatever nature has endowed them with. 

If they have any kind of physical aptitude, they will join team sports and become jerks, looking down on everybody who they do not deem as “cool” as them.

They will enjoy this life through High school and College (University, for our friends across the Pond), and then they will find themselves in the same boat you are in…

Your dreams are crushed. Collect your paycheck. Start your family with your 3.5 wife. 

A wonderful cultural transmission has been received, the Gospel of our Age has been passed down, and the cycle begins again. 

God bless the American Dream!

Sorry friends across the Pond…

THE CAUTIONARY GOSPEL  

Then there is the other path of rebellion your kids can take. 

If your kids have any kind of spiritual, intellectual, or artistic aptitude, they will join the blue-haired, pronoun-laden, Woke Social Justice Warrior Wo-mannerbund.

There, they will engage in all manner of inverted degeneracy, sick and ignorant art, self-important intellectual circle-jerking, and of course, “all-natural” drug use.

The worst case scenario is they die or go mad from a drug overdose…thereby becoming a Cautionary Tale reinforcing the importance of never straying from the soul-crushing Gospel of the Age.

Because you know, it’s fine to kill the Soul, but it’s terrible to kill the Body. 

But the best case scenario…

Ah, now that is really something! 

THE INTEGRATED GOSPEL 

The best case scenario is that these heroes of the Woke Social Justice Warrior Wo-mannerbund do not die or go mad from a drug overdose…and are thereby rewarded by the Media, Academia, and Corporate World.

Their reward?

Becoming your boss at your terrible job you work so your 3.5 wife doesn’t leave you sad and alone!

They have become integrated as Master Priests of the Gospel of our Age. 

Truth, Justice, and the American Way!

Isn’t it wonderful?

Let’s go kill some Ivans and Chicomms so the whole world can have it!

But we can’t kill Jihadis anymore…that would be racist, and we wouldn’t want to bring down the ire of the Social Justice Wo-mannerbund. 

Besides, those Jihadis are un-killable supermen anyway!

A LARGE FIELD OF GRASS  

Of course, this American Dream brought to you by this Gospel of our Age is really an American Nightmare.

This fact is even included in the Gospel’s core tenet that makes all the others possible: 

“Dream Crushing”. 

Society understands this, so there is no need to worry. 

There are a few societally-approved ways to cope with it.

You could cope by losing your mind in watching other Men live your now-crushed dreams of Heroism and Physical Agency. 

They live your now-crushed dreams by throwing around the skin of a pig across a large field of grass…

And you watch while you wear a shirt with their name emblazoned on across your back. 

But that’s not all!

You can do all this while losing your mind in booze, and…now legally in 31 states…while smoking the Whacky Tobaccy! 

But don’t worry, if this isn’t to your liking, you have another societally-approved option…

HOW DO YOU PEE?  

Or you could ditch the Booze and the Devil’s Lettuce, and instead go to Church.

There you will listen to the same 10 sermons on the same 10 topics from the same 10 cherry-picked Bible Verses…

These sermons will cover about how terrible you are as a man and how your 3.5 wife is morally superior to you because she pees sitting down, and you, savage heathen, were equipped to pee standing up (even though you don’t). 

This will implant the guilt in you required to get you to work harder breaking your back for your Woke Wo-mannerbund Boss so maybe your 3.5 wife can respect you a little bit…

Maybe.

But don’t worry. You’ve got a choice to make this better.

THE GRAND OLD ELEPHANT  

You can always vote for the Grand Old Elephant of the Republican Party every 4 years, so you can maybe hold onto some of your sustenance wages.

Thereby, you can buy more booze or more whacky tobaccy and more jerseys and an upgrade on your ESPN membership so you can watch the big game in even higher definition…

Or if that’s not your fancy, you can spend it in tithes and offerings to build a rockwall for the Church kids.

The rock wall is being built so the Church kids don’t join the blue-haired, pronoun-laden, drug-fueled Social Justice Wo-mannerbund, and instead grow up to be jerk jocks and then mature into dream-crushed rank-joiners like you. 

But don’t worry…

If all this isn’t to your liking, there is yet another option that you can choose!

THE DEADLY DONKEY KICKER 

You can also choose to vote instead for the Deadly Donkey Kicker of the Democrat Party every 4 years!

Now, you won’t get to keep that money you’ve slaved away for under the Social Justice Wo-mannerbund boot heel, though…

Instead, it’ll go to importing Military Age Males from the distant shore that look suspiciously like the Jihadis you are not allowed to kill anymore…

And that money you don’t get to keep, it’s being used to move these new friends of yours a few doors down from you!

Neighbors, yay!

Now this will require you to go into debt to escape them by abandoning your home every 10-12 years…

But don’t worry, you’ll be moving to a “nice neighborhood with such good schools!” 

And that’s not the only wonderful thing you get!

By voting for the Democrats, your Social Justice Wo-mannerbund Boss at work may not crack the whip on you as hard!

Maybe!

New friends, new home, possibly less whip-cracking…

We have so many choices here. 

And it’s all made possible by the Gospel of our Age! 

Sincerely,

Richard Barrett

09-04-2025

Written at 3:02 PM, somewhere in the USA…