The Multi-Generational Home Destruction and Was it a Psy-op ?
The multi-generational home destruction, was made possible by seducing society into believing it was a good thing. Seduced, like a trashy romance novel with no one to save us. Because by blowing up the multi-generational family home, we are uprooting our very foundations. This change wasn’t just a cultural shift, it was a full-blown psyop. The banks, big business, and the government played us like a sax solo—smooth, slow, and so sneaky we didn’t even realize our knickers were off.
Let’s rewind. Back in the day, you’d come home to a house full of love, home cooking, and unsolicited opinions. Then the experts whispered sweet nothings like, independence, privacy, and freedom. Suddenly, everybody wanted, needed, their own house, their own life, their own car. Things they couldn’t afford.
Grandparents were carted away to a facility, surrounded by strangers, medicated and forgotten. Kids too became raised by institutions, spending more time in daycares and schools, than with family. Everyone stressed out from this disconnection then became pacified by screens, alcohol or even 420. And the cycle continues because the family connection is gone.
So Who Benefits?
The banks LOVED it. One big house? One mortgage.Why stop there? When you could have three homes, three loans, triple the interest. And those big corporations? Oh, they don’t want Grandma babysitting for free in your spare room. No, they want you drained, desperate, and dependent—paying for daycare, convenience meals, and therapy to recover from the loneliness they sold you as liberation.
The government incentivized the multi-generational home destruction. Zoning laws, tax codes, and incentives that made it basically illegal to have your entire family under one roof. Why? Because a close-knit family is powerful. A close-knit family talks. A close-knit family doesn’t need them. And you better believe they hate that.
They made progress sound sexy, and we traded family traditions and advice for board certified shrinks. . We stopped learning coping strategies, we lost our built in support group, and now we flounder for connection with strangers. So they really stole our intimacy. The juicy kind. The loud, smothering, food-scented, life-giving kind that happens when generations live together. Under one roof. Sharing meals, arguments, clothes, meaning and my favorite, adult intimate relations.
It’s time to wake up, get a little dirty (emotionally), and bring the family back home. Now be a good boy and call your mother. Maybe she’s ridding her vibrator dreaming about incestuous cock. And she looks amazing.
Hear me singing the praises of ‘An Incestuous World.’
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