As the end of the decade nears, America is a patriarchy without a patriarch.

Part I. Part II. 

The billionaires of America don’t want the country’s Patriarch gig. Noooo way. Those fellas are too busy interviewing high-priced divorce lawyers and perusing yacht catalogs. 

And billionaires’ biggest enablers—CEOs and execs who dream of reaching billionairehood and interviewing their own crop of high-priced divorce lawyers one day—those dudes turned down the Patriarch job as well. They’re on a quest for the next tax shelter or compounded-interest opportunity. 

Passive income generation. It’s like a giant syringe filled with synthetic testosterone. And its addicts want to ruin the country, not run the country. 

“Can’t your Board of Directors PLEASE propose another round of company-wide layoffs to give the stock price a bump??!!! Please…PLEASE—I’LL SUCK YO DICK!!” 

An annoying thing about right-leaning, high-net-worth types? This juxtaposition of bullshit right here: they seem to be increasingly anti-Semitic and also increasingly money-obsessed—as money-obsessed as the worst of the Jewish stereotypes. 

In their world, white men are “frugal” while Jews are “cheap”. 

Our dying patriarchy runs on two-faced white nonsense like this. It got woven into our country’s fabric by the slave-owning Founding Fathers.

Funny thing: observing patriarchy convulse and spasm on the operating table while bros hit its body with heart-paddles and stab the patriarchy’s heart with adrenaline. 

Besides blatant anti-Semites and other supremacists that responded to a black president by losing their collective minds, there are the fellas who vehemently deny that they hate Jews. Then they hear about the rise in anti-Semitism and think, “So there’s a rise in anti-Semitism…hmmm…better call my financial planner…get me invested in armband manufacturing.” 

Check out my series, Bros: America’s new Jews. I should write a Part IV. No. I will, gollygeewillikers. Some day. 

The patriarchy is dying, but it isn’t dead yet. 

I almost feel sad for the twentysomething bros sporting red MAGA ballcaps. 

Almost. 

Only I don’t because class unity could be a beautiful sight and these white people hinder it, instead trying to connect with richer folks who hate them.

I wrote another post postulating about alternative descriptors for these types of people. When this bro-patriarchy finally breathes its last breath, we’ll need some new terminology.

Part I. Part II. 

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