I’m naming my son Richard because I want to have kids one day, and most men feel that pull deep in their genes. Obviously, as a man, I want a son: someone to wrestle with, someone to fart and burp around without shame, and someone I can teach everything I know about women. When I do have that boy, I’m going to call him Dick and build his identity around raw, unapologetic masculinity from the start.

I work with a guy I’ll call George, and he has shown me that masculinity is disappearing from culture. He is the perfect liberal beta, racially ambiguous, obsessed with a local paper, and lecturing everyone about his pointless diet. He refuses to take responsibility or show dominance, runs to HR over minor jokes, and exits any conversation where masculinity or feminism is questioned. He is the living product of modern feminism, stripped of manhood so completely that gender has become irrelevant.

Well, I’m not going to stand for that. I’m going to bring masculinity back by starting with my own son, naming him Richard and calling him Dick. There is nothing more masculine than being named after the part that built civilizations. My son will be a man everywhere he goes: playing in the mud, speaking boldly, and introducing himself as Dick without apology. If his name someday offends the culture, that will be proof we are winning.

There was a time when men taught their boys to sack up and handle problems instead of running to authority. My son will learn that his job is to act fast, decide well, and take responsibility. Throughout history, men have provided answers, solutions, and action, and they built the West on that principle. If fathers everywhere teach their sons to be decisive, courageous men, we can pull society back from the edge, restore masculinity, and rebuild a stronger world.