What is going on? Everywhere I look people are so incredibly feminised. The church, the schools, the public, public and private corporations... women, women, niggers, and women. Where are the strong men.. on the shop floors, with their local nigger bitch giving them orders.
I think my local gun range is the ONLY place I can find actual men.
My oldest son just past the two year mark last month. He's begun to excitedly shout "Daddy!" As he comes running to greet me with a hug every morning.
The best response his mother receives is an emphatic "Mama!" acompanied by a hug when he wants food.
I've tried telling her it's great that way because the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but she's not buying it.
Have any of you gentlemen faced this and how did you handle it? I'd like to help ease her mind because this boy clearly loves us both dearly.
She still feels rejected even though he hugs her with great passion daily as well.
Editorial thanks:
This was all helpful, everyone's input has been what I needed to make sure she's shown that she's doing an amazing job, even if she thinks otherwise. Thank you all
This is how I worship life, what do you guys do to enjoy being a father?
I got to spend my morning meditating on the past week. Make plans for this week to be better than the last.
I fried up some pig bacon, deer sausages, chicken eggs, waffles from scratch, and freshly squeezed orange/apple juice.
My oldest woke up and started asking for his breakfast which I happily obliged. He ate way more than I expected but that gave him the energy to get to work chicken chasing.
Mrs. Her0n is taking a much needed nap after she was puked on three times last night by our youngest boy. I want her to be ready for my dinner plans for her tonight. I'm going to take her to a mom and pop restaurant down the street from us that operates their business directly from their personal home. It's like spending dinner at the neighbors without any drama/expectations (other than paying) and the food is simply amazing! (I like my wife's cooking better still though)
I love what I've carved from life for myself. Taking care of my family is the best thing I've ever done with myself.
My favorite part of this day so far was when my wife said she wants to make our third child once the second starts walking.
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run— Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
So from the other poll, around 50% of goats have seriously considered or attempted suicide. This is unacceptable and I feel like we are failing the men and boys in our lives. What is the solution or what should we be thinking about as men?
Scouts? Clubs? Bowling leagues? I know even having a father in the household is a huge step forward.
She delivered him au natural, on all fours like an animal!
From labor to birth in less than three hours. Veiled birth again.
Baby boy is almost 8 pounds, 20 inches, healthy and happy. Mom is doing fantastic and I've never been more impressed by her. I'm so full of joy and excitement, I left the car running outside the midwives house! He husband helped me out with the car. I was a bit distracted at that moment.
I just wanted to send a message out there to all you niggers. The events of the last 6 months have been very eye opening for me and I just wanted to share something. Life will be hard. And it will only get harder. The (((obstacles))) we are all dealing with beat us down endlessly and tend to blackpill us. Don't wait to start a family. Don't wait for that perfect woman with the perfect past and incredible looks. Just make sure she's white and you can trust her, then get to making babies.
I always thought having a wife and kids would be great because it would be fulfilling. I've recently come to learn that this Disney faggot fantasy has nothing to do with family.
Having children and a wife is important because when your time comes, it comes. And nothing can stop it. The choice you DO have is between a nigger nurse named dashiki who pockets your pain pills and laughs at your suffering with her nigger kin, or the family you DID decide to have when you had the chance who will do everything they can to make sure you're as comfortable as drugs and familial support can make you. I don't mean to sound corny, but it never occurred to me how important a man's children will be to them at the end.
Don't let your desires for an Aryan 10 stop you from approaching the more trustworthy Aryan 7 with a way better personality and a nurturing disposition. Make white babies, not just for 1488, but for yourself. They may just come in handy at the end of this shitshow we call life.
I have a 2 year old boy and I am generally responsible for discipline for misbehavior. For something like touching the stove, I certainly warn, don't touch the stove but I would let my boy touch the stove to learn the lesson. Don't smack the dog or don't kick the chickens is a lesson of empathy, and clean up your toys might be better identified as a lesson in morals. How do you set guardrails for discipline? Is discipline the same as punishment?
I work to be authoritative but not authoritarian.
I have a weak father that was largely absent in discipline when I was growing up.
He was screaming "daddy angry! Daddy angry" as I tried to get him ready for bed. I had to leave the room for a moment before I taught him "daddy enraged".