He spelled it all out clearly eleven years ago, and yet the Western world still refuses to acknowledge this basic fact: we are dying out.
I blame my own generation, Generation X. Very apt, in fact. "X". Not XY, not XX. Neither Real Women, nor Real Men. The Half-Generation, the adolescents who never grew up. The now fifty- and sixtysomethings who still go to rock concerts, feverishly clinging to a past that's forever gone. The unwise and foolish virgins, or non-virgins, who were prepared to wait forever until Mr Best Of Everything came along. The ball-less guys who grew so scared of women that they never got to the point to actually ask a broad out. Many of them still live in the same room in their parents' house where long ago they played with Matchbox cars and Lego.
MFBB.
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