I was recently introduced to a sissy young man, who seemed tall, fit and full of potential, but could not look me in the eyes and shrank from shaking my hand. His relative, who had introduced us, then confided in me that he yelled at and scolded his daughter regularly—that the girl was withdrawing, losing her confidence, becoming “beaten down.”

This was absolutely no surprise to me. In my mind, our horrific history of child abuse in this nation stems from this factor, emasculation. The emasculated adult male is either a sissy pushover or a sissy bitch. Neither type of parent is effective at helping a young person form the type of resilient mindset necessary to take on our sick, soul-crushing world. The United States grew from a plantation economy that was entirely based on kidnapping, selling, working, beating and killing orphans and unwanted children from England, Ireland, Scotland and Africa, in that order. For the most part the only Americans who still savagely beat their children today are African Americans, who, with the encouragement of the political machine, have not managed to advance their culture beyond its 1868 Reconstruction form.

Therefore, black American males emerge into the world at a catastrophic emasculation rate, due largely to the savage bitches that raise them without a man.

However, white America is nearly as poorly served by the 40-year media and academic campaign to portray white men as sissies who come in two varieties, fools and fiends. There is the other, taboo media depiction of the white man—the psychopathic warrior, who is utterly incompatible with our society. But everything our children are taught drives them in the other direction with no chance to stop halfway and maintain societal approval. Where the savage black wench emasculates her boy with punches and kicks and crude insults, the postmodern American man either emasculates via pathetic example or invalidating reproach, and such invalidating reproach is also the perfect tool for crushing the spirit of a daughter, to guarantee that she will rebel and flee to the arms of some neutered savage upon coming of age; for the girl that is invalidated by the father seeks his opposite in type, but his inferior in will.

I commented to the person that introduced me to this bearded sissy that I had never known any of the many fathers I had trained with—who were, of course, fighters—to be cruel to their children. This is the salient family-building lesson one learns in the gym, whether on a boxing, MMA or stick-fighting team, that negative words have an insidious effect on the striving young spirit and wax more psychologically corrosive the closer the evil-speaker is to the target of his passive-aggression. Among fighters, negative reflections are usually couched in humor or in comparative analysis directed toward self improvement. To see a boxer with his daughter has always been a portrait of gentle strength, on his part when he’s strong and on her part when he’s nearly gone.

This sissy world of faceless man-things afraid of their own chest hair and composed of the type of invalidating mental life expressed in the comment sections of most of the websites I visit, is a strange field to me. It is also notable that the more positive tone on my combat-oriented site is reflective of the fact that large numbers of fighters frequent it, people to whom verbal sniping is counterintuitive and often degrading.

A woman who is merely a bitch still has a place at the human table, albeit a lowly one. But a man who is merely a bitch, or even more bitch than not, deserves to be knelt down behind an empty factory to join the rust of a more manly age in staining a land now lost to our lesser half.