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A culture without the Strong God of Honor...
Has no Elders.
And a culture without Elders...
Will surely die.
Michael Ivan Skye retweeted
France is about to find out if they have any hard men left to take care of the bad times their weak men created.
Michael Ivan Skye retweeted
They’re not rioters. They’re communists. And they seek to destroy western civilization and kill you. Don’t say I haven’t warned you.
How many times will Elon "break the 4-minute mile?"
There's no way to exaggerate this man's impact on younger generations who will be inspired to create "the impossible," believe they can do it, go for it... and actually succeed.
Boys and young men need to see older men daring greatly. It gives them a sense there's a version of an older man worthy of sacrificing greatly to become.
Michael Ivan Skye retweeted
Gavin Newsom: "Elon Musk is one of the great disappointments...he's ceding the EV space to China...he's put the brakes on his own innovation"
What did we do to deserve such a ridiculous buffoon for governor? Truly the dumbest mimbo alive.
Michael Ivan Skye retweeted
George Washington wasn’t the first president of this country. People just don’t know it because American schools aren’t even teaching the basics. They want our kids completely disconnected from the origins of America.
The Department of Education is more concerned with convincing your kids that the founders were oppressors… & that makes you and your kids oppressors as well. It’s CRT, it’s a Marxist ideology, and it needs to be eliminated.
Michael Ivan Skye retweeted
An entire generation of spoiled brats who’ve never built anything, stand on the crumbling empire they don’t deserve, built by great and courageous men who are now judged through the moral lens of the softest dorks living in the easiest times. Oy vey.
Michael Ivan Skye retweeted
I am getting lots of incoming questions about the public execution of Nidal Hasan, mostly because I have been outspoken on wanting public executions for over a decade.
My position is simple: Executions should be public and brutal, not private and medicalized. They are the ultimate example of the state's monopoly on violence, and the only way to keep that from running out of control is to confront voters with the trade they have made every single time, that they might have appropiate confidence or revulsion in the institution.
This is not new thinking. George Washington thought the same. The way we have shifted from hanging to firing squads to doctors quietly injecting chemicals that send our worst gently off to sleep is awful and dystopian, a total short-circuiting of important feedback mechanisms. It makes needless executions more likely, not less so. People who demean this as barbaric or yucky miss the whole point. It doesn't somehow become torture or inhumane (as the UN is suddenly claiming) just because we decline to hide the act behind a curtain.
And then there are those who suggest any revel in the death of those who truly deserve it is an indicator of a broken or diseased mind. To the contrary. It is normal, good, and aligned with our natural and national order. That it has not been done here in 60 years is an indictment in and of itself.
And that is without even getting into the fact that men were not hung for stealing horse, but that horses may not be stolen.
"I would to God that one of the most attrocious in each State was hung in Gibbets, up on a gallows five times as high as the one prepared by Haman. No punishment, in my opinion, is too great for the Man, who can build his greatness upon his Country’s ruin."
- George Washington, 1778
I sat down to write this article about the Father of America, George Washington.
I ended up writing about the man who stepped into the breach to raise him.
I’m embarrassed to admit how little I knew of this man who ended up being called “the greatest man in the world,” by his arch-enemy, King George III.
As a young boy I lived just minutes from downtown Washington D.C.. I took the school field trips to D.C. and the famous landmarks of the Revolutionary War. But it would be fifty years before I came to know much about the man the city was named for.
As I started reading about young George, one fact stopped me.
He lost his father at age 11.
How does a fatherless boy go on to father a nation?
Because this orphan boy didn’t just go on to become America’s first president–a great feat in itself. He also became the Commander In Chief of the Continental Army. And according to Thomas Jefferson, “the best horseman of his age.”
What most marks him for me as a Man of Honor is that he voluntarily gave up great power. Twice. To save the republic.
That’s a story for another day.
The Inheritance
George’s father, Augustine Washington, had paved the way for George’s older half-brothers to become respected gentlemen in colonial Virginia by taking them all the way to England when they were about 11.
Stop and imagine that. A father crossing the Atlantic with his boys–two months each way, through storms and open ocean–to make sure they got the kind of education that would give them the best chance in life.
Naturally, as George turned 11, he would have expected to receive the same sacred inheritance.
But that spring his father died.
And young George’s path to manhood died with him.
He wouldn’t be following his older half-brothers to England. He wouldn’t sit in the same English school rooms reading Cicero and Virgil. He wouldn’t spend his formative years by his father’s side, learning his trade. He wouldn’t ride beside his father to court and to militia musters. He wouldn’t learn from his father how men of standing carry themselves in public.
He wouldn’t get to see from his father how a man keeps his word, handles a debt, treats his neighbors and stands up in a difficult moment.
On top of all that, the share of land his father left him wasn’t much compared to his brothers’.
He could have turned bitter and resentful.
Read about the MAN who fathered him:
michaelskye.substack.com/p/t…
Sad but true
How Weak Men Come About
It starts at home. The household is rich and civilized, and that is often understood as a sophisticated softness and smoothness. Feminine values take over. The mother rules at home and can afford to give her boy everything: to fulfil his every whim, to do everything for him. And so she does. With one child per family, it is often six adults – two parents, four grandparents – serving one boy. So the boy gets everything, for free, and immediately. He never takes the marshmallow test, because there is never anything to wait for. He never fails, because no one lets him. A boy becomes a man by meeting resistance, and his home has removed all of it.
And where is the father? Sometimes gone after a divorce, a weekend visitor. But even when he stays, he is gone. He leaves in the morning for abstract work the boy cannot see or relate to: meetings, emails, a screen. For thousands of years, a boy watched his father work, then worked beside him, then took over. He learned from older men by doing, and one day they told him: now you are a man. That apprenticeship has disappeared, and nobody ever tells him.
Then come the group dynamics at school. If the majority of boys already start like that, it becomes a self-reinforcing behavioral norm. Boys want to belong, so they all act soft. The one who wants to stay strong ends up alone, and loses. The predominantly female teaching staff reinforces it. The men teachers, a small minority, end up dominated by the feminine atmosphere of the school. There are no trees to climb and no fights to settle – the playground is padded. Competition becomes suspect, risk becomes a safety violation, and the restless boy who once got a football field now gets a diagnosis. The leftist curriculum only adds to that, teaching the boy that his strength is a problem to be managed.
Meanwhile the screen gives him everything a man used to fight for, for free. Video games give victory without a fight. Porn gives sex without courting a woman. Likes give status without achieving anything. Why pay the real price when the fake one costs nothing? So he doesn’t.
Then the leftist academia finishes him off. Three more years of learning that the men who built his civilization were oppressors, and that the right answer is always the softest one.
Then the HR-dominated corporate world simply keeps him that way. Promotion goes to whoever offends no one. The man who says the plan is bad is "not a team player". What school started, the office maintains for forty years.
The propaganda reinforces every mechanism along the way. In films, sitcoms and ads, the father is the idiot whom the wife and kids correct, and strength is either a joke or a threat. The boy learns early what a man is supposed to be.
And at the end, the state takes the last role he had left. It provides for the mother, so the provider becomes unnecessary. A man nobody needs has no reason to be strong.
And so it goes. Our men end up weak. This is not because they were born weak. It is because every institution they passed through rewarded softness and punished strength, from the first toy to the last performance review.
That is why we are being conquered by Muslims who laugh at us, seeing all of that.
That's a Man.
Some of y’all are really upset because I have WHITE children in my program. It’s been constant in my DMs etc.
And I’m not apologizing for helping a child.
You can debate race, privilege and politics all day. I’m dealing with actual children standing in front of me who need guidance, structure, skills and people who care about them.
When they walk through my doors, they’re MY boys.
They’re going to learn. They’re going to be challenged. They’re going to be corrected. And they’re going to be loved.
I’ve had to grow and challenge some of my own prejudices over the years too.
But one thing I know now: a child’s skin color will NEVER be my reason for refusing to pour into him.
Michael Ivan Skye retweeted
On this exact day in 1780, three ordinary militiamen stopped a stranger on a road, searched him, found treason hidden in his boot, turned down a small fortune to let him walk, and in doing so saved West Point and possibly the whole Revolution. Their names were John Paulding, Isaac Van Wart, and David Williams, and almost no one remembers them.
They were not famous soldiers. They were young New York farmers, part of the informal patrols that watched the dangerous no-man's-land north of British-occupied New York City, a lawless strip crawling with raiders and spies from both sides. On the morning of September 23, near Tarrytown, they stopped a well-dressed rider who called himself John Anderson.
Here is where luck and character collided. The rider, seeing rough men in mixed clothing, guessed wrong and assumed they were Loyalists like himself, and he let slip that he was a British officer. The instant he realized his mistake, he tried to backtrack, but it was too late. The three militiamen were suspicious now, and they decided to search him. They made him strip, and inside his stockings, tucked into his boot, David Williams found folded papers, detailed plans of the American fortress at West Point, its defenses, its garrison, its weaknesses.
They had no idea, in that moment, that the man was Major John André, head of British intelligence, or that the papers had been handed to him by Benedict Arnold himself in a treason plot to sell West Point to the enemy. But they knew they had caught something enormous.
And then came the test that made them heroes. André, desperate, tried to buy his freedom. He offered them his fine horse, his watch, and money, and by the account given at his trial, a bribe of a thousand guineas in gold, an almost unimaginable sum for three farmers of modest means, enough to change their lives forever. All they had to do was let him ride away.
They said no. Three poor young men, offered a fortune to look the other way, refused it, and instead marched their prisoner to the nearest American officer. That single act of plain honesty unraveled the entire conspiracy. The papers exposed the plot to betray West Point. Arnold barely escaped to a British ship. André was tried and hanged. And the fortress that guarded the Hudson, the linchpin of the American position, was saved.
The young nation understood what it owed them. Congress voted the three men the very first military decoration in American history, a silver medal called the Fidelity Medallion, its reverse inscribed with a Latin motto meaning "the love of country conquers." Each also received a lifetime pension and a farm. George Washington himself presented them their medals.
Remember Paulding, Van Wart, and Williams. Not generals, not statesmen, just three farmers on patrol who happened to stop the right man on the right morning, and who then proved that they could not be bought at any price. The Revolution was saved that day not by a brilliant plan or a famous hero, but by ordinary men who were simply, stubbornly honest when a fortune said they should not be.
Michael Ivan Skye retweeted
NAs have served in combat roles for the US military at a rate only matched by Appalachian Scots-Irish and a handful of other groups, and they distinguished themselves in every one of our 20th century wars. And they’ve done it despite people saying shit like this the entire time. They get a pass for not liking a monument to their conquerors erected smack in the middle of their sacred geography as a flex.
Michael Ivan Skye retweeted
A 2-year-old girl was thrown from a pickup truck during a crash on a bridge and landed in the cold water 25 feet below.
At first she was floating on her back, but within seconds she rolled over and was face down in the bay.
Jonathan Bauer was driving across the bridge with his daughter when he saw the crash and heard people screaming.
He ran to the edge, saw the little girl below, took off his shoes and jumped roughly 25 feet into the water.
Jonathan landed about 15 feet away, swam to her and pulled her onto his shoulder. She wasn’t responding, so he firmly tapped her back until she coughed up water and opened her eyes.
A nearby pontoon boat helped get them to shore, and the little girl was airlifted to the hospital. She was released the next day, doing well.
Jonathan didn’t know that child. He just saw a 2-year-old floating face down below a bridge and jumped in after her. So let’s share this story and give Jonathan the recognition he deserves. 💙
This is the way.
Be respectful in your host country, of its people and its ways. Or get out.
Other nations would never allow what we do. It's time we Men of the West wake up and defend our people and our culture.
Its up to Men of the West to put an end to the age of entitlement in the west. From all corners of society. The youth who have forgotten where they come from, and lack respect. And those of the foreigners who have no respect for their hosts. And so on.
Or The West will end ingloriously.
I grew up in a Muslim household.
I speak Arabic.
I understand the deen.
I will never denounce Islam.
But Muslims in America need to wake up.
This is not Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, or whatever Muslim-majority country you or your parents came from.
This is the United States of America.
A country built by a Christian people, under English common law, with Christian based forming documents that still protects your right to pray...
And everyone else’s right not to be drafted into your display.
We are a small minority here.
Act like it.
The Islamic backlash is not a mystery.
It’s self-inflicted.
Public prayer stunts in Times Square.
Loud dawah framed as “we’re taking over.”
Importing old-country politics.
Treating American norms as optional and then acting shocked when natives push back.
Most Americans will never say this out loud:
They don’t want the adhan blasted in public squares.
They don’t want a new mosque on every corner.
They don’t owe you their language.
They don’t want your relatives imported by default.
They don’t have to care that you’re fasting.
This doesn't mean you can't practice, fast, pray and, build a life.
Do it without turning the host country into a stage and then crying “Islamophobia” when people notice.
Ungrateful, performative Muslims don’t advance the religion.
They hand critics footage and make the rest of us look like idiots.
Stop giving them the ammo.
If you want to be performative, go to the UAE, Saudi, Oman, Qatar, Bahrain, or any of the other beautiful countries in the middle east.
Many are clean, safe, and there are no ghetto black people.
Assimilate or go there.























