"Those who receive the teachings of Holy Writ without a question are not credulous fools, for so far from following cunningly devised fables, they accept the unimpeachable testimony of those who were the eye-witnesses of the most stupendous miracles.
Most men can only conceive of loving their wife by... becoming their wife.
Taking over chores and other household duties, laundry, baby care, etc.
Leads to disaster.
For decades, men have been trained by media and similar mediums that what women want and need is for them to become... women.
Staying up at night with babies.
Doing more housework.
Sharing their feelings.
Split "consensus" based decision making.
Instead, what women (and men) need are men who are more manly - better at providing, better at leading, better at planning, better at making decisions, better at ruling and subduing the domains God has given to them to tend and keep.
The result is the household and wife having an abundance of resources that they truly need, instead of being lost in this modern madness of bad married couple cosplay, where neither party embraces the design and duties God has given them
@EddyIdufashe@oswaki It is not depression! It the refusal to take responsibility!
What if we say “The Men fitting her description are the ‘Men she picks and surrounds herself with!’
If she includes her Family, then it explains how she was raised…
One of the most powerful forces behind the leftward slide of evangelicalism—yet a force that often goes mostly unnoticed—is the Christian husband who fears his wife and fails to spiritually lead his home.
When this happens, her sensibilities will decide which church to attend, what issues will be permissible for the pastor to address and how, etc. It's "Happy wife, happy life" applied to church preferences.
But if we've learned one thing from the way women vote in political elections, this is devastating to a culture over time. Unchecked feminine sensibilities will result in a culture that is massively vulnerable to predatory ideologies, especially ones that weaponize empathy and other related emotions.
There is a reason God appointed men to lead in home, church, and state.
Women in Afghanistan, Africa, Iraq - war-torn countries with lack of electricity, no food, no clean water, barely any clothes - they are NOT crying about postpartum and killing their babies.
They give birth in dirt huts. 5, 6, 7 kids. No epidural. No therapist. No nanny. No break. And they understand it's part of motherhood and life. They prepared themselves mentally. They embrace it. That is their purpose.
This is why even in the West, you hardly hear about an immigrant mother killing her kids. Never.
But who IS killing their kids?
White women. With the BEST healthcare on earth. Successful and rich husbands. Supportive husbands who provided them a lovely home, best doctors, best hospitals, unlimited money, baby showers, maternity leave, Postmates, therapists.
Those are the ones crying on TikTok about postpartum and then drowning their own children in the bathtub.
Like, make it make sense.
The most privileged women in the entire history of America women who have more comfort than queens had 100 years ago - are the ones crying the loudest about postpartum?
CORD AROUND THE NECK OF YOUR BABY.
I GET PANIC MESSAGES ABOUT CORD AROUND THE NECK OF THE BABY FROM WOMEN.
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When people say the cord is around the baby’s neck they mean the umbilical cord has looped around the neck. This is called a nuchal cord and it is very common. About one in three babies have it at birth. It happens because babies move a lot inside the womb and the cord is long and floats in fluid. As the baby turns and stretches the cord can slip around the neck. It is not caused by sleeping position sex lifting heavy things or anything spiritual.
Most of the time a cord around the neck does not harm the baby. The cord is usually loose and blood and oxygen still flow well. Babies do not breathe through their nose or neck in the womb. They get oxygen through the cord itself so having it around the neck is not the same as being strangled. In many deliveries the doctor or midwife simply slips the cord off the neck after the head is born.
Problems only happen if the cord is tight or squeezed especially during labour. When this happens the baby may show signs of distress like an abnormal heartbeat. That is why we monitor the baby’s heart rate in labour. In summary cord around the neck happens because babies move it is usually harmless and it only becomes serious if it affects oxygen flow.
This single juror said, “No. I’m not letting this woman get off with a fake insanity plea. She is not insane. No.” They argued with him. They thought he was arrogant. They showed him their credentials and expected him to say yes, but he wouldn’t. He just kept saying no.
This is our culture: crazy people who will not listen to no and who demand that the rest of us affirm their craziness. It is a crisis of accountability.
For years and years, parents have accepted excuses from their children instead of telling them no and holding them accountable for their actions. For years, pastors have failed to practice discipline, especially as it relates to women. If they ever got up the guts to say no and the women screamed, they would immediately back down.
Part of reclaiming a sane culture is telling people no. No, you don’t get to do whatever you want. No, you don’t get to escape the consequences. No, you don’t get your way just because you scream louder. No. We need much more no in our culture.
Feminism has not made women smarter, happier, or more successful.
It has more or less made women into depressed and defective men, competing on a playing field they weren't made for—where the ultimate prize turns out to be misery.
It is truly cruel.
But it gets worse:
In addition to this cruelty, it has crippled marketplaces and political spaces. Women cannot compete in these spaces on overall merit—they weren't designed to—and so they had to create and leverage unnatural and ad-hoc rules to micromanage those spaces into spaces they could control.
As a result, marketplaces and political spaces become less productive, less innovative, and ultimately bent towards bureaucratically oppressed HR hellscapes.
The problem is that these kinds of things don't work in an absolute sense, only a relative sense.
Here's what I mean: A military managed this way loses its war-fighting ability. It cannot compete against a military not playing DEI games. Therefore it will ultimately be conquered, revealing why politics was a traditionally male space in the first place: Because it was the men who would have to fight the war that results if the peaceful political process fails.
It’s remarkable how quickly the whole G3 orbit has shriveled. A decade ago, these men carried enormous weight in the Reformed Resurgence. Conferences were packed. Who spoke with whom mattered. Who was invited, disinvited, sound, dangerous, drifting, divisive, pugnacious, or in need of correction occupied an astonishing amount of oxygen. These were very serious men doing very serious theology with very serious faces, keeping watch over the evangelical henhouse for the rest of us.
Then it was like God blew His breath across the whole thing. Chaff has impressive structural integrity until the wind blows.
As the story goes, the Pray’s Mill elders anonymously distributed a dossier accusing Tom Buck of serial sermon plagiarism. Anonymous packets, latex gloves, a Texas postmark, and accusations were distributed, humorously, to everyone but James White, who briefly grievance-sessioned about it and rationalized being left out as “I scare everyone.” The whole thing had the unnecessarily overly-elaborate flavor of four Calvinists remaking Mission: Impossible on a church budget. And it worked out just as well as you would think four nerds trying to play spy would. When it comes to living a double life, they’re not Steve Lawson.
It was wrong, and they have now admitted it’s wrong. The four men confessed that they had sinned against God, Tom Buck, and the leadership of First Baptist Church Lindale, asked forgiveness, and resigned from Pray’s Mill. Now the G3 Church Network is dissolving behind them.
And, predictably, the fans of the G3 orbit are all announcing in unison that their apologies aren’t good enough and their repentance isn’t real (of course). That’s their role in this elaborate play of Kabuki theater. Now everybody else can race to the microphone to denounce them, demonstrate the appropriate amount of disgust, and assure the public that they would never dream of doing such a thing.
Plenty of contestants are already stretching their hamstrings for that race. Some already have. Justin Peters, among the first to denounce Steve Lawson and among the first to denounce Josh Buice, was among the first to denounce Pray’s Mill, too. He gets their really quick every time. Must be the wheels.
But that diagnosis (bad people doing bad things) would be considerably more persuasive if we had not watched almost exactly the same movie fifteen months ago. Back then, the explanation was simple. Josh Buice was the problem. Everyone screamed about his repentance being fake. G3 announced a new emphasis on “partnership over platform,” and the remaining men were left to clean the blood off the carpet and build something healthier.
Fifteen months later, the same men who disciplined Buice for secretly attacking people were exposed for secretly attacking someone. They didn’t lie in their attacks. Their accusations were legitimate, despite the general consensus being that Buck’s plagiarism wasn’t plagiarism because he still works really hard on his sermons. Meanwhile, the much bigger issue for everyone is how Pray’s Mill elders handled it, which was deciding to behave like terrorists sending out a hostage letter.
But I am not particularly interested in joining the latest footrace to the denunciation microphone, to denounce the Pray’s Mill elders as terrible scoundrels and unrepentant. As fun as that seems, I have a different question.
Why does this keep happening?
The maddening part is that G3 had an opportunity to figure this out fifteen months ago. When I say “G3,” I don’t just mean G3. For lack of a better term, I’ll call this broader ecosystem the Reformed Pietist Establishment: the MidEva network of pastors, podcasters, conference speakers, ministries, and online personalities clustered around G3 and adjacent institutions, united less by any formal organization than by a shared culture of theological gatekeeping, performative seriousness, and evangelical respectability. I might as well say “Grace to You” sphere. It’s all the same. Reformed Respectability Class. The Evangelical Purity Guild. The MidEva Magisterium. Whatever you want to call it.
Every religious niche eventually develops a marketable specialty. For this corner of Reformed Pietism, the product is ministerial and doctrinal perfection. The currency is the reputation for being impeccably sound, impeccably serious, and impeccably holy. Consequently, association with a known sinner becomes a reputational biohazard, and spectacular denunciation becomes a form of spiritual decontamination. The sinner must not merely be corrected. He must be launched over the horizon quickly enough that nobody mistakes his sins for yours.
WHY? Why did the same thing happen AGAIN?
My contention is that G3 had helped create a culture in which criticizing somebody inside the club openly could become ruinously expensive. Disagreement is too easily moralized into rebellion. Criticism becomes divisiveness. Dissent becomes disloyalty. Questioning the wrong man could suddenly become evidence that you were pugnacious, uncharitable, dangerous, or spiritually defective.
The surviving G3 leadership should have asked whether something in their culture made honest disagreement so expensive that dishonest disagreement became tempting.
Instead, they removed Buice and apparently concluded that the problem was gone. But it wasn't, so when the very men who had disciplined Buice for secretly attacking people found themselves wanting to make serious accusations against Tom Buck, they arrived at the same solution: anonymity. The only real difference is that Buice used burner accounts and they used latex gloves and strategic mailing.
This recurrence is because the Mid-Eva Reformed Pietist Establishment has spent years turning ordinary disagreement into a referendum on Christian character. A man is rarely allowed to be wrong. He is divisive. He is pugnacious. He is uncharitable. His rhetoric is troubling. His trajectory is “concerning.” His criticism reveals something about his heart. He is dangerous. He is bad.
James White has turned this into performance art. Recently, Stephen Wolfe mocked his insistence that the gospel is the answer to societal problems by joking that the solution to an invading horde was to “proclaim the gospel on the beach.” White reacted as though Wolfe had drop-kicked the Apostle Paul into the Mediterranean. The joke was “shameful,” disrespectful toward the gospel, and apparently indicative of some deeper spiritual defect. Then, the U.S.S. Dividing Line turns on its engines, missiles are launched, and all 45 of James White’s remaining fans spend days anathematizing Stephen Wolfe. And that’s exactly what James White wants to happen.
If disagreeing with you means I made a bad argument, I can disagree with you publicly. But if disagreeing with you means my motives will be inspected, my character questioned, my friendships strained, my ministry threatened, and my name entered into the MidEva Book of Life with an asterisk beside it, I learn something very different, which is that I had better whisper or do it behind your back.
Nobody wants to be treated by these men the way these men treat people with contrary opinions. Nobody wants his motives dissected, his character questioned, his friendships inventoried, and his tweets entered into evidence at the MidEva Hague or a PCA tribunal. So, you learn to praise publicly and criticize privately.
Sadly, the G3 variety of Reformed Pietist has never been particularly good at dealing with sinners without nuking them from orbit. The game is to see who can denounce the sinner first, hardest, and loudest.
And that produces an incredibly stupid feedback loop. Disagreement gets moralized, so men become afraid to criticize openly. Criticism goes underground. Underground criticism is discovered, prompting another spectacular round of denunciations and expulsions. Round and round the pietistic toilet bowl we go.
This is why the Tom Buck dossier mailing happened. The important question is not merely why they concealed their identities, but why men who had just watched Josh Buice destroy himself through anonymous criticism nevertheless concluded that anonymity was preferable to putting their names on criticism of Tom Buck. What were they afraid would happen if they simply said it publicly?
You know what would happen. And that's the problem."
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Young men, don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t a good capitalist because you rightfully complain about how hard it is to buy a home, pay your mounting bills, buy your family groceries, or keep a roof over your head.
It didn’t always used to be this way, the deck really is stacked against you, and turning you into debt cattle, tax slave, and lifelong renter were the goals of very wealthy and powerful people since they first assigned you a number. Because that’s what you are to them.
Your right to complain about it is written in your sweat and blood. And no. You are not experiencing “capitalism.” You are experiencing exploitation they call “capitalism.”
You are competing for a starter home against global capital with access to money you could never borrow at rates you could never get. You are paying taxes into a system that subsidizes corporations large enough to purchase the politicians who write the rules governing those corporations. You are watching losses get socialized while profits remain private, industries consolidate until “competition” means choosing which logo gets to fleece you, and financial institutions turn necessities like housing, medicine, education, and even food into investment vehicles to be squeezed for maximum yield.
That is not a free market. That is a market with a thumb and an entire federal bureaucracy sitting on the scale.
Real Capitalism requires meaningful competition, private property, enforceable contracts, and honest money. When the powerful can purchase exemptions, subsidies, bailouts, regulatory moats, preferential financing, cheap foreign labor, and political influence, while you get a mortgage at seven percent and a lecture about skipping Starbucks, somebody has rigged the %*#* game.
You work. You produce. You build. You fix. You haul. You create things people need. and then you watch an ever-growing procession of governments, banks, monopolies, middlemen, institutional investors, and politically connected parasites reach into your pocket to take it.
There is nothing anti-capitalist about objecting to that. That is a rigged table where the house writes the rules, deals the cards, owns the casino, lends you the money to play, and then calls you “anti-capitalist” and “unpatriotic” when you notice.
Heck, I’ll even complain *with* you. It’ll be fun. But we’ll have to do it while we work because a single day off might cause cascading financial ruin and then they’ll call us lazy.
When the church is treated as a replacement for the natural family, the pastor becomes an adoptive father instead of a shepherd of souls.
The congregation is taught to confuse the limits and purposes of the natural (household) and spiritual family (church).
Karl Marx never talked about skills. For him, all labor is worth the same.
But you see, of the 11 players in a football team, there’s only one Messi. His productivity and value are way higher than others.
Socialism is for dummies.