I’ve let my kids stay up late the last two nights so we could play board games. On Saturday we played Scrabble until it was an hour past their bedtime and then I decided that we’d have ice cream and watch TV for a while. They were thrilled. This time I spent with my kids wasn’t a “sacrifice” or a burden I heroically shouldered for their sake. I like hanging out with them. They’re smart and funny and fun to be around. Sure they can be annoying sometimes, but anyone can be annoying. I’ve annoyed countless people in my day. Including my kids.
If you hate being a parent and actively resent your children, it’s either because you categorically refuse to get out of your own head and put in the minimal effort it requires to develop a real relationship with them, or it’s because you’ve done a really crappy job raising them so now they’re hard to be around. Either way, it’s a you problem. It’s your fault. Not theirs. It’s your responsibility, then, to pretend you don’t hate it.
Yes, pretend. Yes, suppress your true feelings. Yes, put on an act. Maintain the facade for your kids, because it’s deeply scarring and unfair to saddle them with your personal issues. And maintain the facade for the public, because frankly we don’t want to have to deal with your narcissistic nonsense either. Your “true self” is unsightly and off putting, and you shouldn’t force anyone to bear witness to it.
So fake it til you make it. Act like the kind of parent you should be, until you actually become that parent. Shoulder the burden of your own narcissism silently and with dignity. If you do that, after a while, and by definition, you will no longer be a narcissist. One day you’ll look up and realize that you’re actually not faking it anymore. You really do enjoy giving your time and yourself to those you love.
At least that’s how it often works. I don’t know if it will for you or not. But either way, whatever you do, don’t take your failures out on your children.
I have no more sympathy for a woman who strangles her three kids to death than I do for the man who stabbed Iryna Zarutska to death on the train. Or the ones who push people in front of subways or sets them on fire.
The left explains away that evil with psychosis too. Do you accept that explanation?
My sympathy is for the victims.
73% of women on the titanic survived.
Only 19% of men did.
Read that again.
Even the richest men alive, class, power, status, all useless when the ship started sinking.
Hierarchy collapsed.
Gender didn’t.
“Women and children first”
Not a suggestion.
A rule men didn’t break.
Men stood there.
No panic
No begging.
Just accepted it.
They didn’t ask:
“Do I know her?”
“Is she worth it?”
“Will she remember me?”
No one asked if it was fair.
No camera.
No applause.
No second chances.
Zero return.
Full cost.
Understand this:
When survival gets limited, a man’s life becomes negotiable.
Men like that built the world.
And today?
Masculinity gets mocked.
Call it whatever you want.
But when everything collapsed, men paid first.
This isn’t opinion.
This is history.
The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier is guarded twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
It has been guarded, without interruption, since 1937.
In September of 2003, Hurricane Isabel reached Washington. The National Park Service, out of concern, gave the sentinels of the Old Guard permission to stand down for the storm.
They did not stand down.
The sergeant of the guard on duty that night refused the permission, calmly, and without further comment. He would later say, in an interview, only that permission was not the same as an order, and that in the absence of an order, the walk continues.
The walk continues.
Twenty-one steps. Turn. Face the tomb. Twenty-one seconds. Turn. Face the other way. Twenty-one seconds. Twenty-one steps.
The rain came sideways.
A tree fell in the cemetery a hundred yards to the east.
The wind lifted a portion of the roof from a nearby maintenance shed.
The sentinel did not break stride.
He walked. He turned. He walked.
At 3 a.m. the wind reached seventy miles per hour, and a sentinel weighing 175 pounds in soaked wool, carrying a rifle, and wearing sunglasses in the dark because the manual requires them, walked twenty-one steps, turned, and walked twenty-one steps back.
Nobody was watching him.
Nobody could have watched him. The cemetery had been closed. The public had been evacuated. The only witness was the storm.
He walked for six hours.
He was relieved at 6:12 a.m.
The tomb had not been left, at any point during the storm, uncovered.
There is no medal for this.
There is no ribbon. There is no citation. There is no commendation in his file.
The Old Guard does not require one.
The walk is the point.
The walk was the walk before there was a country to record it, and the walk will be the walk after everyone who remembers this night is gone.
Somewhere in America, at this moment, in whatever weather, a sentinel is walking twenty-one steps beside a marble slab, facing an unknown man whose name he does not know, for an oath he took to a country that will never see him take it.
That is what the promise looks like when nobody is watching.
Elon could literally solve homelessness tomorrow.
All he needs to do is sell his stake in the companies he created from the ground up, crashing the price and evaporating his wealth as well as the savings and pensions of workers globally.. handing the control of these companies over to short term profit interests and preventing any long term vision from being enacted..
THEN take whatever money that remains which will be nowhere near 1tn and give it to homeless charities who have never solved homelessness anywhere on earth because they’re financially incentivised to do the opposite.
Bam - homelessness solved.
The reason he doesn’t do any of this is because he’s evil.
A Catholic priest blesses Jerusalem with Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament from the Garden of Gethsemane on the Feast of Corpus Christi.
Video: Christian Media Center
As I get older I will never understand adults who are embarrassed about their age. Why are you sad and embarrassed that you've existed for a while? Why is it "rude" for someone to ask you how old you are? Why would you want people to think you're in your 20s if you're really in your 30s or 40s or 50s? It should go the other way. Age and experience should be a point of pride, if anything. The glorification of youth, and the desire to stay in that state forever, is the most retarded feature of the modern world. We used to revere our elders. Now we revere 23 year olds. Because why exactly? They don't know anything and haven't done anything. It's insane.
I have kids ranging from toddlers to teenagers and I still think the newborn phase (especially for a first time parent) is the hardest by far. I remember being a younger parent and hearing older parents constantly whine about how much harder it gets. Turns out they were exaggerating for attention and pity. Parenting gets A LOT easier over time. Your kids get more mature and so do you. That’s how it should work if you’re doing it right anyway.
They mock our faith as superstition.
"Outdated. Irrational. Blind.", they say.
But when the tests are run, the scans examined & the tissue analyzed; Even scientists fall silent.
These are 6 miracles the world tried to debunk, and failed - a🧵✝️
"The people the SPLC paid in Charlottesville weren't actual Nazis, they were undercover good guys!"
So you're telling me there were very fine people on both sides?
Allowing terminally I'll patients to be legally murdered by doctors is a slippery slope.
What's next? The legalized murder of healthy babies in the womb?
Matt is 100% correct. People who used to tell me "just wait until you have a child"- well, I do. And I do not allow anyone else's restaurant dinner, worship, movie etc be ruined by my child, ever. Just a lot of inconsiderate parents out there, full stop. Get control.
I don't love it. I'm actually considerably less tolerant of loud kids in public now than I was before I had my own. Your children should not be allowed to disrupt a church service, or any other public gathering. If they're being unruly, remove them. If they're old enough to know better, take them out and discipline them. If they're too young to control themselves, then again remove them. I've had to do this many times in many situations. It blows my mind when parents just sit there and let their kids totally disrupt and irritate an entire room full of strangers.
Disagree entirely. I have 4 kids and my #1 regret is that we didn’t have more. The world needs more large, loving families. I admire all the young people who are embracing and working to have big families. They deserve our praise, not our criticism.