Manhood, Sexuality, and Violence

Below is a rather stream-of-consciousness report of some of the events of my life. For those of you who are more about business than art, or more about management than business, I want you to know the purpose succinctly:

My generation is a beaten, abandoned, abused, and traumatized child of the generation which boomed after World War II, when America conquered the world and imperially drained it of its wealth through usury. That generation is so rich and despised the world over, that nobody can quite comprehend it. God wants to save that generation. He is giving them their own children for a cross. They are repeatedly abusing this cross. I have a solution for this. You will find it at the end. I have other solutions as well, which you will only understand if you decide to take the time instead of being lazy or distracted.

A brief poetic introduction:

How are you doing?

Well, on the good days I am content to die slowly by my own body weight. On the bad days, I complain about the workmanship of the nails.

People walk down the road and see rotten wood laying there on the side in the rushes, and they say to themselves, “That looks like what God told me to do.” They pick it up roughly, go a while, then say, “No, no, it’s not the right shape. It is someone else’s.” They toss it away back to the rushes, shaking their head at it.

When you are a cross, you start to get a little banged up from all the picking up and putting down. You start to shudder when you see people coming. You prefer those who talk badly of your make and model without the need of carrying you a couple days first.

Thus ends the introduction and begins the article:

I read a review recently of a video game which I found very interesting. It was from the point of view of art and storytelling, and it had this point to make among others: Videogames as an art form have aged with their audience. Where ten years ago everything was violence and fornication, at the time when the audience was searching far and wide for what it means to be a man, now all the same characters and plots are employed towards this question: What does it mean to be a father?

(These are additions to this article in light of the succinct purpose given above: Here is a good question: Why does this generation have no idea what it is to be a father and yet they have children? The obvious answer is because they had no idea what it is to be a man ten years ago, and so they practiced fornication. Why do they have no idea what it is to be a man? Because their fathers were at work their whole lives and tired when they were home. They could not ever teach their sons how to be men, and they showed that being a father means being absent. So these children played a lot of video games. Here they are still playing them at thirty. They have no idea what to do still. They are looking for it in video games. The problem is usury. A man went to work twenty years ago and left his son because of a mortgage. Now he is retired. He still does not take care of his son nor his grandchildren. He enjoys them only, then leaves them to his children, because they need to “learn by experience” instead of by close help and instruction. Ten years ago there was fornication, now there is pedophilia.)

I turned thirty earlier this month. I have five natural children. The first died at conception. My reflections on this fact, which came shortly after I perceived the real horror of abortion and began to turn my heart away from that empire which exports it, these reflections bore the fruit of chastity in my life. I repented. For the first time, I saw the reality of the interchange of femininity and masculinity within its proper sphere, and I saw the beauty and purity of femininity despoiled, the fragility and the curse. I saw something of the sons of Adam and Eve. I had my son’s death to show for it. So far as I know, his body has rotted away in an unknown sewer. His name is Joseph.

Recently, a man told me that, drawing from Kant, then Schopenhauer, then Hoellebeuc (a living “philosopher”), that all the world’s operations are nothing but an expression of willful lust, that in fact even the intellect’s greatest machinations are a result of this, and no man is capable of monogamy. He was a Frenchman. His own life was marked by a criminal accusation of sexual immorality with a minor which he defeated in court. The minor later committed suicide, and the minor’s mother committed suicide a year after that.

France is the youngest daughter of the Church. When King Louis XIII failed to consecrate his kingdom to the Sacred Heart, it spurned him and became a nation-state.

Say ye to your brethren: You are my people, and to your sister: Thou hast obtained mercy. Judge your mother, judge her: because she is not my wife, and I am not her husband. Let her put away her fornications from her face, and her adulteries from between her breasts. Lest I strip her naked, and set her as in the day that she was born: and I will make her as a wilderness, and will set her as a land that none can pass through, and will kill her with drought. And I will not have mercy on her children: for they are the children of fornications. For their mother hath committed fornication, she that conceived them is covered with shame: for she said: I will go after my lovers, that give me my bread, and my water, my wool, and my flax, my oil, and my drink. Wherefore behold I will hedge up thy way with thorns, and I will stop it up with a wall, and she shall not find her paths. And she shall follow after her lovers, and shall not overtake them: and she shall seek them, and shall not find, and she shall say: I will go, and return to my first husband, because it was better with me then, than now. And she did not know that I gave her corn and wine, and oil, and multiplied her silver, and gold, which they have used in the service of Baal. Therefore will I return, and take away my corn in its season, and my wine in its season, and I will set at liberty my wool, and my flax, which covered her disgrace. And now I will lay open her folly in the eyes of her lovers: and no man shall deliver her out of my hand: And I will cause all her mirth to cease, her solemnities, her new moons, her sabbaths, and all her festival times. And I will destroy her vines, and her fig trees, of which she said: These are my rewards, which my lovers have given me: and I will make her as a forest, and the beasts of the field shall devour her. And I will visit upon her the days of Baalim, to whom she burnt incense, and decked herself out with her earrings, and with her jewels, and went after her lovers, and forgot me, saith the Lord.
(The above prophecy can be applied to France, to the babyboomer generation, and to all Christian countries. Usury gave them their wealth. Look up the Marshall Plan. Now imagine losing your television, your air conditioning, your social security, your heat in the winter, your TV dinners, your cellphone. God will give you the weeds in your front yard and a rabbit in the bush to eat for thirty years, nightmares to keep you company alone in your apartment without a partner and with your own children spitting at your name, if you do not turn to Him. What does He want? Old men to help young men, not enjoy themselves alone in a cabin or in a ranch in Oklahoma with their wives half their age. He wants young men to submit to old men in obedience. These are the things He will ask, and we will suffer greatly in hell if we do not try our best to give it to Him.)

Earlier that same day, I had spent a good deal of fruitful time with atheists. Some were hostile to me, and this stirred me up in anger. Feeling bad for me, because they saw that I was bad at apologetics, some others invited me to a more calm place with people who have children and act in “good faith”. In there, I was asked a number of profound questions about prayer. I wish I had recorded it.

Here is what I remember:

“If a man prays for something, is it his words that initiate the prayer?”

This was surrounded by context involving the omnipotence and justice of God, determinism, free will, predestination, and that sort of thing. I honestly could not think of how to answer the question except in a rambling and esoteric way, which I did not finish. The essence of my answer was that prayer is very complex, and God wants it for us.

(Old men abandon young men because they find their ideas intolerable. They say to the young men, “You need to work a job.” The young men say to the old, “What about God?” The old men say to the young, “Stop making excuses and get a job or nobody is going to take care of you.” The young men say to the old, “There is no God.”)

I sat with my three year old son afterwards. We listened to a bluegrass song by some Dominicans wherein the main lyric was “Steal away to Jesus.” I did so. I had not been able to sleep, staring up at a crucifix, and thinking about how God sees these things which I would rather not.

I followed the advice of the song. I said to my Lord, in my heart, looking upon my innocent and simple son, “What can I do in the face of something like this? Here is my boy. He will be a man. This is the world. He will be a man in it. What can I do?

“I have sinned. I have done terrible things and imagined terrible things. I have my own close relatives which have committed suicide. I have brothers and uncles dead by abortion. What can I do? Will my son be spared these things? What can I do for him? I am his father.”

The prayer which I gave there for the sake of my son, in grief and horror over the world in which we live, stretched back through the higher faculties of my soul to the dead body of Abel and Adam’s tears as Cain fled eastwards to establish the first city. It stretched forwards through the passions and appetites to my own death and hopeful intercession for my son, should I get what I want, the lowest place in Heaven. This was a very complex prayer. It involved all of my faculties, so far as I can tell.

(Why do men not learn prayer? They think it is about speaking, and they do not ask an obvious question which an atheist asked me: “Does prayer have the same value in your thoughts silently as when you say it out loud?” A Catholic hears a man say, “Why can’t I just confess my sins to God,” and does not know that the Roman Catechism says that this is a higher and greater thing than the confessional, that it is the essence of the Sacrament of Penance, but that we cannot easily do it without the help of the confessional. They also do not know that the Roman Catechism says that the highest prayer a man can make is to pour out his heart. They do not know what a heart is, that it is the Greek word Nous, and that it has been hidden in the Eastern Churches since 1054 such that Thomas Aquinas did not know it. They do not know these things for the same reason you are now skipping over them and not stopping to think. You have to go to work and come home with no money. Perhaps you are retired and anxious about missing your golf game, because you worked hard all your life, and your son is going to work now or astray. Usury is the problem.)

What is a father? I have said before that priests have a hard time understanding what a father with a daughter understands perfectly: He has to change the whole world for the sake of his daughter or die trying. I suppose for his sons he is merely an example, because they will have to continue his work one way or another. It is his debts which he leaves to them to pay.

(What happens to a man with debts and his son does not work? Look up the doctrine of purgatory. Fear God. Help the young. Lay aside pride, and listen to them complain. Try to answer their complaints. They are just. They also have worked all their lives.)

Here is another question from that same conversation.

“Let’s say a man wants to be a good singer. He prays every day to be a good singer, and because of this, he works, he practices, etcetera, and he becomes a good singer. Why does he have to pray?”

“Well, God designed singing and a man’s voice…. (for brevity I have cut off the long and esoteric answer about natural law and order) But then you have things which someone wants to achieve that are way beyond his power, that requires supernatural intervention. For instance, I want to see usury gone. I want to see the whole thing destroyed. The world banking system collapsed. Capitalism faded away. The whole thing. That’s what I want. I pray for it every day, and then I also do all the natural things and work for it, and prayer informs my work. But I know if it’s ever done, it will not be me who did it.”

Usury breaks families. Usury drains from a man all his time and separates him from his sons. My first novel was about an angsty teenager impregnating women. The sequel is fifteen years later, meeting two sons and a daughter, and learning how to be a father to them.

What I asked this frenchman, cross of mine, recently is where does child-rearing fit in his scheme of the world? If men are inclined to go and impregnate as many women as possible, and no one is capable of monogamy, because of evolution, then who raises the boys into men? Women? The task takes at least twenty years’ focused attention and study.

That’s my opinion. If anyone needs help with anything, here are the normal means I provide of contacting me contained in a pre-written closing:

I have some plans for defeating this monster and his four eyes. They are many and complex, but they come down to simple principles. It involves the conversion of people. I think that if we can assist people with this problem, then we will do everything that the Ransomers did for the slaves which they freed in the Medieval period, which does everything to save their souls.

Please contact me if you would like to support me in any way. I desire your little time left over after paying your bills and doing your duties, when you are tired. Taurusnecrus@gmail.com. Expect a conversation, so that I might get to know you, but I will be mindful of your besieged time. You can follow me most closely at TaurusNecrus.substack.com where there are many examples of my apologetics with Muslims, Flat Earthers, Atheists, Protestants, and more.

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The solution which I promised at the beginning is this: Declare a debt jubilee by law.

Objection: The whole economy will collapse.

Response: Why do we need money if there are no mortgages, no credit cards, no bills to be paid anymore? Why do we need an economy if it is breaking homes? Try to think instead of saying, “I worked hard all my life, and I earned everything I have. Nobody should take it from me. Definitely not my own children. They need to learn work ethic.”

I am happy to argue you out of this stupid and damning position of yours. Contact me anyway you can. If you have no children, you are even worse for this idea. My whole generation is your child, idiot.