Fathers Have Failed Millennials

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Think of the last time you were out and you saw a clean, kempt, and attractive straight white couple under thirty years old with children–the parents have no tattoos, are polite, eschew cursing or acting obscene in public, are of healthy weight, and dressed appropriately? And the children also acted and dressed as they should in public. In other words, a family one would encounter in a pre-1950s America.

Really think about it. Unless you live in an exclusively white rural small town or a posh upper middle-class area, I would bet money you’d have difficulty recalling the last time you saw a such a family. Sure, being the white nationalist as I assume that you are, you would naturally place blame of the dearth of good white families on the influx of illegal and legal nonwhite immigration taking jobs from our men or feminism’s deleterious effect of white women.

On the contrary, I propose the primary reason is the failure of generation X and the boomer generation in raising strong, capable and stoic men. This colossal failure began primarily in the 1980s and early 1990s when younger boomers and gen-Xers had children (the millennial generation). This is a pandemic of which the consequences have shown to be catastrophic and I don’t think we have seen the worst of its destructive nature.

I for one am a direct result of this failure of fatherhood. My childhood was not a unique one for a millennial. I was an only child of a mother who divorced my father (who was an addict and alcoholic) when I was 3. She remarried to a soft, ineffectual man soon after the divorce (he couldn’t have children of his own). He has been (and still is) a doormat to my mother for their entire marriage. To call him a father is an insult to the institution of fatherhood. I did and still hold a strong contempt for who he is. He was no father figure to me.

Despite my middle-class cushy upbringing, I felt like I was missing something fundamental in my life. Later in my adulthood I realized what it was—guidance, advice, and parental bonding. I was treated like a piece of furniture in my childhood house. Don’t get me wrong, I was provided all that I required and not maltreated but that is as far as a relationship I had with either of my parents. I was taught nothing when it came to home and car maintenance, finances, or general adult obligations. And my parents, in so doing this, gave me little to no responsibilities which in turn engendered a prolonged immaturity in me. What’s more is my parents’ idea of a deep conversation was discussing our favorite sportsball team. Needless to say, no bond was ever formed between them and me. By the time I was to graduate high school, my parents’ genius advice when I asked them what I should do was to go to college. Eight years and thousands of dollars later, I had a useless history degree and a job as a pharmacy technician–not exactly a career in which I could support a family. Moreover, my mother never encouraged me to get married or have children. In fact, the topics of marriage and children were never discussed in my childhood home. My mother just nagged at me to get a better job while offering no constructive advice. A history degree gets one only so far, thus, my career opportunities were very limited. To say the least, I had to live with my parents until about the age of 25 until I moved in with my fiancé and made the mistake of marrying a career girl who didn’t want children.

Another five years went by and nothing much had changed. I was working a meaningless service job and was substitute teaching in public schools on the side. My life plan (to which I was only partially dedicated) was to earn my doctorate and teach at the university level. There was a silver lining, however, which would come in handy later when my primary plan backfired: I had acquired my welding certification as a backup. By the age of thirty, I was about to get a divorce, still somewhat immature, still at times relying on my parents financially, still at the meaningless service job—I was rudderless, and apathetic to life.

It wasn’t until I reached the age of thirty-one when I began to take initiative. I became black-pilled (after a few years of imbibing red-pilled content), attained self-knowledge, began working on many issues and bad habits I accrued from childhood, and abandoned my futile quest for a master’s degree for a career in machining and industrial maintenance. I am now thirty-eight, a born-again Christian, married again with two boys and very happy with my life. My family and I live humbly in a small rural home—it’s a nice quiet life.

I feel lucky. I am one of the few men from my generation who have achieved some semblance of a traditional Western style life–married to a conservative wife who stays at home with our children in a Christian, drug-free, and violence-free household. There are hordes of white males however throughout the Western world who aren’t as lucky; they are in the primes of their lives but remain ineffectual, directionless, and lack motivation. They all seem to be addicted to something (porn, drugs, food, video games) in the pursuit of filling a hole in their souls, lost in this wicked communo-capitalist, ethnically diverse society.

I see them everywhere, these directionless young men. I see them alone walking down the street in the middle of the day or behind the counter of a fast-food restaurant. Invariably they are either overweight or have a neck beard—or both. They look and sound defeated. It is a pathetic sight: a grown man without a family and working a job a teenager should have.

Some pursue the route of persistent partying or drugs. Some spend countless hours in front of screens playing video games. Some trade a life of socializing in the real world with socializing exclusively on the Internet. The ones who manage to find a woman rarely marry them. And when they do, they get financially raped by the family courts when it inevitably ends in divorce. And the women with whom these men enter into a relationship are slovenly, almost always have tattoos, and, if they made the poor decision to get a degree, have been indoctrinated by universities into being feminists and communists. If children are produced from these relationships, they often turn out worse than their parents, exacerbating the dysgenic problem in the white race.

In my intimate and professional milieus, I know some of these types of men. One is the son of a former supervisor of mine. We shall call him David. David is a tall, handsome thirty-three-year-old. He is from a good pedigree. His grandfather was a former college athlete, famous in this part of my state. David had everything going for him when he left high school. Now, however, (in a rebellious act towards his imperious father, in my opinion), he works in a pizza shop, is twenty pounds overweight, has a neck beard and is dating a “strong and independent” Marxist feminist school teacher who has sleeve tattoos and doesn’t want children. A far cry from the man who he should have been.

Another man I know, we’ll call him Adam; he is a coworker of mine and is much more of a lost cause than David. He seemed to have pathologized to a major degree the failures of his parents and trauma from school bullies. I believe he was coddled by his mother while being severely and relentlessly criticized by his father. This guy, who is thirty-five and severely overweight, is a virgin, a white knight, a complainer and has temper tantrums like a child. He lives alone in his dead grandmother’s home, has never had a girlfriend, and still goes on vacations with his parents. Much to my chagrin, he has confessed to me his porn addiction, his past suicidal ideations, his slovenly lifestyle, the hoarder-like condition of his house and other horrific aspects of his life. For God’s sake, this man owns over two-hundred movies in DVD format and subscribes to every streaming platform. He is a pop culture junkie. What’s more, is that he has created this narrative in his head wherein he is doing well for himself despite his pathologies and his inability to attract a mate. Also, in situations where he fails, he constructs excuses that make him to be faultless and the victim. When confronted about his addictions and poor lifestyle, he expertly explains them away.

It’s not as if he didn’t have potential—he’s tall, has a large manly frame, possesses a good memory and is overall a decently smart individual. But he is too far gone. I have encouraged him to lift weights and speak to women; I have shamed his white knight behavior; I have tried to point out the destructive nature of his addictions. It is no use. The man is lost in his vices and the specious paradigm which he has created for himself. It’s a pathetic situation.

And these are just a few examples. I know a half a dozen more men who are in worse vicissitudes than the two men I mentioned previous. Divorce, drug abuse, porn addiction, dating slovenly single mothers, major character flaws, no motivation: these plague the generation of men who are supposed to be the cream of the crop of our society and our people—our country’s inheritors and stewards of our traditions and way of life. We all know of the divorce epidemic which began in the 1970s and raged in the 1980s and 1990s. This easily explains the ineffectual nature of many of our millennial men. But the two examples above—Adam and David—their parents are still together. They had their fathers in their lives throughout childhood. So, what happened?

Dereliction of duty, that is what happened. Boomer men completely dropped the ball when it came to preparing the next generation. Case after case, these boomer men prioritized careers and their comfort over all else. Old boomers these days complain of the incompetence of millennials. Well, it was the failure to teach their sons any skills which led to their incompetence. Leadership, assertiveness, problem solving, stoicism are just a few of the qualities which all men should have and which boomer fathers failed to transmit to their sons. They were too busy working those fifteen-hour days, glorifying the grind of working hard, when in all actuality they spent most of their time drinking coffee in break-rooms instead of going home to their families–refusing to be the leaders their families required.

David and Adam have fathers who are masters of their fields and, like I said above, were (and still are) present in their lives. Both fathers are in industrial maintenance and possess many useful skills in all areas of their disciplines. Did they pass down their knowledge and expertise to their sons? Not at all. Not even an attempt. Neither David nor Adam possesses these skills. They don’t even know the basics—their fathers neglected to instruct them even on the fundamentals of their respective disciplines.

To those millennial men out there like Adam and David, I feel your pain. We never stood a chance. We were raised as latchkey kids as our parents prioritized their career. Our knowledge of the world came from our liberal female public school teachers and Jewish-centric television. Then we were pushed into the real world of adulthood, expected to maintain a complex infrastructure. Our parents forgot about us. And to make matters worse, we are continuously the object of ire and jokes from the media and older generations for our life’s follies. This is not a joke. What is at stake is our lives and the future of the Western civilization. The boomers treated their duty to be good fathers as trivial at best.

I am not sure what the solution to this is. In my experiences, people rarely change. Once someone reaches the ages of late teens to mid-twenties, their neuroplasticity wanes and the person they are, they will remain for the remainder of their lives. And for young white men to drastically alter their state of mind and to learn skills (both life and career) necessary to be the leaders our people need, is a virtual impossibility. What we have is what we have. I don’t think there is a short-term solution. Unfortunately, the next two generations will be worse. There are already exponentially increasing rates of mental disorders (homosexuality and transgenderism included) of those under eighteen years of age. Then if you include the fact that they will be more incompetent in all life skills, more indoctrinated than their parents, more addicted to media, and more morally subjective than their predecessors, the future will undoubtedly be very bleak. People of European descent have a long road ahead of them. It will be a harsh and violent world in the coming future. I just hope the few of us left who are aware of the endogenous and exogenous threats against our people can secure a foundation upon which our progeny is able to build a strong Christian and western-centric future.