An Open Letter to Christian Single Men 18 to 40

 Dear Christian single men 18 to 40,

  Hello. This is part blog, part open letter, and I’m gearing this almost exclusively to Christian single men in their young adulthood up to their late 30s and early 40s.  So if this is you, please read this with an open mind.  If you know somebody who fits the aforementioned category, I greatly encourage you to send this blog to them as they need to read this.  Seriously, they need to see it. 

  OK, I’ve mentioned a couple of times in previous blogs, I come from an evangelical Christian background, Southern Baptist, to be exact.  Although I’m not particularly religious and haven’t been for about nine years, I still have a great respect for Christians and Christian Conservatives despite the incredible persecution they face daily, whether online or in real life, the former persecution being from the left and being verbal or written, and the latter being mainly from Muslims worldwide and being very physical and brutal.  I’m not some “keyboard atheist;” I’m not writing this letter to bash you and ridicule and belittle you, like all the online atheists/liberals/Marxists do continuously. 

 

 

Yeah, I’m not like that.  At all.  I was once one of you, and, even though I’m not so much now, I still empathize and respect and honor your beliefs very much.

However,

Nevertheless,

But,

Regardless,

I need to convey this to you guys, as politely and respectively as I can.

Single young Christian men…

…it’s…it’s time.  It’s just time.  It’s time for you to drop out of church once and for all.

I mean it.  It’s time to stop going to church for good, and never go back.  Don’t you think it’s high time? 

  Why are you going?  Why are you even bothering??  Is it because your parents are really pushing for you to go?  Is it just because you’re active in various ministries and worship opportunities there?  I know the feeling, as I was very active in the drama group (indeed, the main actor and one of the main writers of our amazing plays and videos) and loved, loved, loved it and lived for it as I love theater.  But secular theater is all godless liberals, and it was great to be around non-godless conservatives and immerse myself in something that I absolutely loved doing and was talented in doing.  So I understand where you are coming from if you like being part of various groups and ministries in church.  But being part of that doesn’t even come close to outweighing the elephant in the room, and that is…

…you’re single.  Very single.  Alone.  Probably rarely or never had somebody.  And it’s not changing one bit for the better, now is it?  Look around you on a Sunday morning.  Who do you see?

1. Old people, some of them so elderly they are weeks away from keeling over;

2. Married couples your age, all of them with children, and all they ever talk about is their friggen kids all the time;

3. Maybe one or two divorced, used-up women with kids, just in church to look for a sugar daddy to take care of them and their demon offspring before they hit the Wall;

4. Single men aged 18 to 40.

That’s it.  Even in mega-churches, that’s all there is.  I mean, we’re talking thousands upon thousands of active members…and no real Christian single females.  Wow.  I went several times to Meadowbrook Church in Ho-cala, I mean, Ocala, because I had a friend who went there.  Big church, yet no singles group.  Just lots of #4 and a couple of #3, along with couples who weren’t married yet, so they got stuck in the “singles’ group.”  I went several times to the uber-huge and vibrant and conservative Calvary Baptist Church in Clearwater in the Tampa Bay area with two friends.  Fantastic church, but again, no single women, just a couple of scantily-clad sluts in stripper heels and mini-skirts who obviously were there just to put in some church time; they sure weren’t looking for good guys, because they ignored the pew of all of us.  I emailed the church back in 2011, asking for info on the young singles group; never even got a response, obviously because they don’t even have such a group.  Here’s an excellent YouTube video about the subject from one of the gods of the MGTOW movement, Sandman.  Please listen to him:

 Couldn’t agree more.  Sandman is from Toronto, Canada, but his words still ring true here in the U.S.  No single good-looking female is going to go to church, because they are hot and they think they don’t need God.  That’s why there are no hot babe Christian women, and even those who are somewhat attractive are already married.  You can keep waiting and waiting for some Godly, good-looking maiden to come to your church, plop herself down on the pew next to you, and fall in love, but…it’s not gonna happen!! 

  Back in 2011, an extensive study was published by Stanford University regarding where and how people met their spouses or partners here in the U.S.  The data that was gathered spanned from 1940 to 2010, and here is the telling graph:

 

    Finding somebody at church was always not that large of a percentage, but now it’s down to literally nothing.  I mean, look at the graph: it’s plummeted to virtually zero!  In fact, almost every way of meeting a spouse/romantic partner has fallen, except for online and restaurants/bars, which have leveled off as of 2010; I imagine now in 2017, those numbers have fallen drastically as well.  Have you ever met a decent female at a bar or restaurant?  I’ve been to dozen upon dozens of them over the past several years and have met or even seen none at all.  And we all know how horrible online dating is.. Click here to view a blog I wrote about what’s left as far as single females are concerned.  So, as you can see, very few people are really meeting anybody anymore, but they sure as heck ain’t meeting them in church!!  If you think that you’re going find somebody at church, the evidence is overwhelmingly not in your favor, both from exhaustive studies and from your personal experience and mine.

  I’ve visited a number of medium-to-large-sized Southern Baptist and Assembly of God churches from Ho-cala to Whorelando to Tampa over the years, and have come up with nothing to show for it in the way of meeting decent women.  And you know it’s the same with you, so stop living in denial.  As Sandman succinctly put it, they’re not there, as they think they don’t need God.  And if they were there, they wouldn’t want you as they would be banging the bad boys outside of church; I’ve known a lot of girls over the years who did that, and you have, too.

   I used to go to a local church and was super-active there for years, and there was a guy there named David who—like most of the young men there—was very single. He was tall, well-built, and slightly attractive, compared to me, who is short, fat, and bald.  He just sat there and kept waiting and waiting for a perfect female to drop from the ceiling and land next to him up in the balcony where he was our light & sound technician.  He had a couple of chances for girls, but he backed out because they weren’t the world’s perfect Christian ladies (hint, guys: there are none anymore).  Waiting and waiting.  Well, David is now past 40, still a virgin, and still sitting there, waiting for a single woman to show up.  Hasn’t happened, and never will happen.  And ditto for you guys as well.

 

 Back in the day (2003 to 2008, mainly), I hung around over a dozen men around my age here in the north central Florida area who were Christian and single.  Now, the only one I know of who regularly goes to church is poor ol’ David.  Everybody else has left the local churches out of frustration, mainly because of the lack of women and the lack of reasons for them to even remain there.  Why bother going if you’re a third wheel, a leftover, awkwardly sitting there with couples while they incessantly talk about their spouses and kids.  Ugh!  You know full well you don’t belong there anymore, guys.  There’s no place in church for single males our age.  Time to leave.  Start this Sunday.  Seriously, guys.

  Am I saying that you should reject your faith?  No, not at all.  I hope that doesn’t happen.  What I am saying is that there’s no reason or no place for you to be in the houses of worship anymore and it’s only going to get worse as church attendance has been dropping continuously and steadily for over 15 years straight.  Perhaps you and your fellow Christian dudes could just meet in your homes and have your own worship services?  The first Christians did just that…and thrived!  Try it.  Meet at one of your homes or apartments, or even at a picnic table at a park.  Go for it.  Beats sitting in a sanctuary filled with couples and old geezers, listening to a seven-part sermon series on marriage and the family, now doesn’t it?  Admit it: that last sentence struck a nerve, didn’t it?  Been there, done that.  We all have.

  Single Christian men, it’s high time for you to ditch church and give up on finding somebody there.  Pack up and go, for your own good and for your own sake.  You’ll thank me.  I wish you all the best in your journey toward self-awareness. MGTOW!

                                                                                                Very Sincerely,

                                                                                                “Luke Johnstone”

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Zach Buob, Crotch Rockets, Road Rage and Young Single Mothers

*Update: My, quite a lot of action on this particular blog, even more than some of my others, which is already a lot. The power of Facebook reposts, eh? I had a douchenozzle try to post a comment, going into a profane rant. Strangely, his comments seemed like he didn’t read this blog in its entirety as he went on a tangent about issues not related to a word I wrote. I guess he must have read the first several lines and then succumbed to ‘Roid Rage; too many squat thrusts at the gym? Internet Tough Guy also said that me calling bikes “crotch rockets” is “just like calling a black person a nigger!”(exclamation his) Using widely-used slang about a two-wheeled vehicle is exactly like calling a human being a demeaning racial slur? Uh, huh. Would you like to tell that to African-Americans who lived through the civil rights movement? Internet Tough Guy—probably upset because he tore his sleeveless Tapped Out shirt—had such crude comments that all he did was reinforce and solidify the popular opinion that many crotch rocket riders are unbearable pricks. I deleted the comment and shrugged, but I should’ve taken a screenshot and posted it on a future blog, especially the cringe-worthy “crotch rocket/black person” comparison. Now, on to the post that has created a slight stir!*



First off, guys, here are two links of blog entries I’ve written about BAD WOMEN DRIVERS and WOMEN WITH LOTS OF TATTOOS, for further reference.

So there’s been a crapload of news online in the past week and a half about the death of Zachary Boub, a U.S. Navy Chief Petty Officer who was recently killed on his motorcycle in San Diego after being hit by a car.




I have a couple of “crotch rocket” riders and fans on my Facebook, so they have posted links to this story quite a bit in the past week. Here is one such link from one of my favorite online newspapers, the UK Daily Mail:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3109461/Driver-25-uncontrollably-sobs-court-pleads-not-guilty-killing-Navy-sailor-road-rage-crash.html 

Although there is still more information about this case that hasn’t come out yet but I’m sure will as the investigation and subsequent trial occurs, the gist of the story seems to be this: In San Diego rush-hour traffic, 39-year-old Buob decided to be a stereotypical crotch rocket rider and weave in and out of traffic and speed. No surprise there as most guys who are into those kinds of bikes act like they own the road and are incredibly reckless. He pissed off an already angry young woman, Darla Renee Jackson, who then went into a fit of unbridled fury and succumbed to road rage, tailgating Buob and even trying to sideswipe him! During one of the sideswipe attempts, Buob allegedly kicked Jackson’s car, infuriating her even more to the point that she, well, pretty much ran over him at full speed. Not just getting Buob’s license plate number and then backing off while calling the California Highway Patrol. Nope. Tailgating him relentlessly and then running over him; Buob, a highly-respected, well-liked Navy man of 20 years, was pronounced dead soon after the incident.

Now, first, I have to say this about guys who operate crotch rockets: they are usually insufferable douchebags. They race on busy roads at speeds that defy human comprehension, weaving in and out of traffic, and tailgating anybody who is not going at least 30 miles over the posted speed limit. They are almost always seen with some hot slut on the back, their scantily-clad trophy girlfriends who love their “bad boys,” even if that means a chance that their bad boy will lose control of their motorcycle and send said hot slut careening onto the pavement, ripping off every inch of her very exposed skin and possibly causing her to become paralyzed from the neck down or in a coma for the rest of her life, if she survives at all. Life on the edge for today’s women. Cute.

Go to my beloved Tampa/St. Petersburg/Clearwater, and that’s all you see at night. Kawasaki’s and Suzuki’s tearing up and down the roads and causeways, especially the Courtney Campbell Causeway between Tampa and Clearwater. I have a close friend who lives around there, so I’m down there often. Douchey Puerto Rican guys wearing those goofy Roman Spartan helmets, their hot Puerto Rican girlfriends on the backseat, big butts up in the air as they hold on for dear life while their boyfriends race one another down the Causeway late at night, as tons of young people watch on the side, including lots of girls, "cause it’s like so cool and awesome and the guys are like soooo hot and things and stuff!" Hillsborough County and Pinellas County Sheriff’s Departments do absolutely nothing about these extremely dangerous drag races, by the way. Nothing.

So yes, most crotch rocket enthusiasts are pricks to the Nth degree, some of the most arrogant, bullying, reckless people around. But so far in this case, it does not at all appear that Zach Buob fits the moniker of a bad person. Darla Jackson sure does, though. Boy, does she. Really bad. The 25 year-old woman defines your stereotypical, good-looking North American young woman:



1. Unwed mother at a young age (knocked up around 21) with no father present;

2. Stuck on herself, irresponsible, irrational and immoral;

3. Blatant mental/psychological issues;

4. Splattered from top to bottom with ridiculous, attention-craving tattoos.

Miss Jackson has restraining orders on her from TWO ex-boyfriends because she’s such a psycho case. Former friends (she seems to have no current friends) say that she is nuts and doesn’t think things through and lives a wild party life. She also once had her driver’s license suspended due to “lack of knowledge or skill” of driving a motor vehicle. You know you have to be a horrible driver to have your license taken away for two years due to “lack of knowledge or skill!” She recently uploaded her stupid tattoo pictures on that inkedmag.com website (website full of whores splattered with gross body graffiti), but they have since been taken down. She can join the list of crazy psychopathic women with tons of vile tattoos, like Michelle “Bombshell” McGee, Kat Von D, and Christy Mack, among so many others. The list just keeps growing!

In sum, Darla Jackson represents your typical Millennial female and young single mother in every way, except that most women do not intentionally kill people on the roads; they do everything else you can think of, though…except have sex with good guys, of course. Heaven forbid, right, men?