Bring Back the Patriarchy

I’d like to use Father’s Day to make a humble request: Let’s bring back the patriarchy.  Whatever we currently have just isn’t working.

Empowering an odd collection of feminazis, soy boys, pronoun people, emotional nutcases, women pretending to be men, and men pretending to be women has produced a dysfunctional world that makes no sense.  We’ve got gays celebrating Muslim jihadists who throw gays off buildings for sport.  We’ve got “Me Too” pink-hat-ladies defending pedophiles and rapists from decorated military veterans now serving as ICE agents.  We have male Democrat Party politicians harnessed with strange contraptions that allow them to “breastfeed” adopted babies.  We have Hillary Clinton clones wearing pantsuits and using the lowest register of their vocal chords to bark orders in the most raspy, gruff, masculine voice they can muster.

I remember when Hillary Clinton and other female politicians used to stare up at the stars just beyond the glass ceiling and wistfully ponder, “What a wonderful world it would be if only women were in charge.”  Even before the cancerous Clintons rented out the Lincoln Bedroom, traded military secrets for Chinese campaign contributions, and built a money laundering operation disguised as a family charity, it had become quite common for the chattering class to go all twinkly-eyed on television as corporate news mouthpieces told the public that wars would probably end once women were running things.

In 2026, does anybody believe women are the missing link to global peace?  Have you seen those Minneapolis harpies screaming in the faces of ICE agents?  And that coven of Cloward-Piven communists hail from a state so broadly admired for its distinctive generosity and graciousness that the rest of us once fondly described its spirit as “Minnesota nice.” “Nice” does not come to mind when I watch videos of angry women running over federal agents with their cars, blocking officers from arresting violent illegal aliens, and yelling all manner of profanities at guys and gals who risk their lives to keep Americans safe.

If the women of America’s “nicest” state can be so venomous, just imagine the unholy scenes of female madness that erupt outside of a New York City Chick-fil-A when a young employee politely says, “Thank you, sir,” to a bearded man in a dress who demands to be addressed as a “Ma’am.”  Women jump on tables and start throwing things faster than J.B. Pritzker and Chris Christie tag-team-devouring a buffet.  (Nota bene: Never suggest to a woman ransacking a restaurant that she behave as a lady; such suggestions produce the opposite result.)

As I’ve watched women ascend the political hierarchy, take over corporate boards, colonize the university campus, and fill up the arts, music, and entertainment spaces with some of the raunchiest content in my lifetime, my thoughts have not drifted toward the conclusion that the world will heal and all will be well once women are firmly in control of everything.  On the contrary, I fear that — much like Slim Pickens riding a nuclear bomb as if he were busting a bronco — we’ll have a future female president twerking atop the Resolute Desk as she disposes of foes as if they were cheating exes.

The “girl boss” routine that fills up most books, movies, and television shows these days makes me think that the future-is-female contingent prefer picking fights and then sitting back as discarded members of the “patriarchy” are called to defend the instigators from their own provocations.  “Girl power” apparently means being supported by strong men who obey.  It might be a good time for everyone to brush up on the basics of “duck and cover.”

Say what you will about “toxic masculinity,” but when boys grow up learning how to take and throw a punch, they become men capable of both aggression and restraint.  You don’t have to get hit in the face too many times before figuring out a few things: (1) Don’t start what you can’t finish.  (2) Not every personal slight requires a response.  The art of compromise is practiced best by those who have witnessed firsthand the cost of conflict.

When fighting and warring are dismissed as unnecessary aberrations arising from “dangerous” masculinity, vital human lessons are never learned.  Being a leader is not about shouting orders; it is about putting yourself in harm’s way enough times to learn the safest passage through future hardship.  Successful leaders are not anointed; they struggle and keep moving forward until everyone else is following.

Masculinity is about far more than physicality or force.  It’s about the willingness to use one’s strength to protect a wife, family, community, and country.  Building bigger muscles means nothing if those muscles are just “for show.”  Strengthening the body and mind is masculine only when done with the aim of becoming a better man.  Violence untethered from moral constraint and wisdom is evil.  However, when strong men obey God and use their gifts to protect others, masculine virtue is invaluable.

Protecting others means that masculinity is sacrifice.  It is a willingness to put yourself between a loved one and a threat.  It is a recognition that you will give everything you have — including your life — to shield those under your protection.  It is an acceptance that, although you will not win every fight, you will fight, regardless.

Whatever kind of society we currently have, it is certainly not a patriarchy.  We have far too many children growing up without fathers.  We have far too many men who say and do nothing as evil men do evil things.  We have far too many men who have chosen to leave society behind rather than defend it.  They have been called names.  They have been told that they are culpable for every bad thing that has ever happened.  They are described as redundant or even anachronistic in the modern family.  Television shows and movies depict them as stupid, boorish, privileged, unwanted, unneeded, and easily replaceable.

Western societies that have rejected masculine virtue produce the same natural result: Everything breaks.  Families stop functioning properly.  Neighborhoods are overrun with crime and violence.  Communities turn into bickering tribes.  Love of country is replaced with self-hate.  Personal sacrifice fades.

What happens when men stop building, protecting, and sacrificing for the countries that they call home?  Barbarians breach the gates.  Countries get conquered.  Innocents die.  Towns vanish.  Mass invasion does not succeed simply because the United Nations, the European Union, and the political Establishments of Britain and the United States prefer to sow chaos and make money from open borders.  Invasion succeeds because men have disappeared.

Right now, unfortunately, too many men have been cowed into silence.  Those calling themselves “men” spend their energies defending “transgender” predators who hunt inside women’s restrooms and child sex-slavers who hide behind the virtue-signaling smokescreens of mass amnesty advocates.  When masculine virtue dries up, the wolves start preying on the weak.

There’s only one way out of this mess: We must bring back the patriarchy.  Men must be roused from their slumbers and reminded what’s at stake.  They must do the hard things once again no matter how much civilization’s destroyers complain.  This century-long experiment of demonizing, removing, and replacing men has failed.

What happens next will not be for the faint of heart.  In fact, bringing back order to a society addicted to chaos will require more heart than most men have ever used.  But it’s the only way to save the West from those who wish to put it in the ground.

It will require men who are willing to be called horrible names while they protect others.  It will require men with calluses, purpose, and restraint.  It will require men of courage, sacrifice, strength, and honor.  These men will not be appreciated by everyone alive today.  They will, however, be remembered by every generation that follows.