Isn't it actually insane how the average man went from picrel to a massive hysterical pet-worshipping pussy?

I've met men like picrel. They're old. They're gritty, cagey. They have personality, character, charm, mascunility in capability. They to a degree understand and don't fear the world, at least the material. War veterans, farmers, welders, "businessmen".

And I became like them, only better because in the age of the internet I became aware of the possibilities and instead of being a product of my environment I absorbed everything I saw fit like a huge sponge, for better or worse. I don't have irrational fears, "icks", superego pretentions, fucking anxiety. Life is mine until I get killed by it.

But these faggots that are being raised today. They like caffes, and chasing multiple women as their proof of manliness, and sedatives as a hobby, and mock the very hard work that cultivates the qualities that mold a man worth living as.

They don't want freedom. They see guns as this supernatural, free actor capable of getting into the minds of their beholders. No true accoubtability, but surrender to this prison. They don't embrace danger or uncertainty or adversity. The only thing they want is the freedom to be sacks of shit, modern pets. How am I supposed to have any respect for you when you're being such a pussy right now?

I see a round-headed balding faggot with a smile and a patchy beard and am supposed to believe this is not a downgrade?