Is it possible that Western Culture is doomed? Are we on a downward trajectory that ends with America being wiped off the map? Nuclear war, maybe? Economic collapse? Something worse?

Don’t believe it can happen? Ask the people who used to live in the Soviet Union. Ask a Roman….if you can find one…..

Societies fall all the time. In fact it seems almost inevitable. The Pandya dynasty in India lasted over 2000 years, but it ended. The Roman Empire lasted nearly 1500 years before it bit the dust. Assyrians, 1000 years.

There is a list as long as my arm of empires that lasted well over 400 years, all now gone.

The United States? How long have we lasted?

243 years.

Yesterday, I stumbled onto a website by a PhD candidate doing research in sociology. He reviewed the work of an anthropologist from the 1940’s and came away with an interesting question – about America. Ready for the bad news?

Let’s get started….

It’s the End of the World As We Know It

So, Kirk Durston was, apparently, sitting in a graduate classroom discussion and he thought about a book he’d just finished reading, Sex and Culture, by J.D. Unwin. It’s the culmination of the man’s life’s work as an anthropologist, who’d studied, back in the 1930’s, over 80 primitive tribes and 6 known civilizations to determine what link there was between cultural achievement and sexual restraint. Because, what else is there to do on any given Saturday night, right?

So, Unwin basically came away with the following theory. As a nation becomes more prosperous, it becomes more liberal, it casts off its social restraints, and subsequently plunges headlong into the rocks.

Where have I heard this from? Oh, that’s right, Proverbs 29:18, “Where there is no vision the people perish. Where there is no vision, the people cast off all restraint.”

Got it.

That was actually a lot of work for Unwin to go through when all he had to do was look it up in the bible. Apparently, God already knew.

The Proposition

But, Unwin did decide to put in the work to re-verify what God was already aware of. He went on to describe four different types of societies: basically, the self-focused, the superstitious, the deistic, and the rationalistic.

Of those four, there are several categories each falls into on a sliding scale dealing with pre-marriage and post marriage. The first were No restraint, Occasional restraint, and Strict restraint. The last were Modified monogamy, modified polygamy, absolute monogamy, and absolute polygamy.

The Findings

What Unwin discovered was the more sexual restraint a society exerted on itself the culture itself flourished. Conversely, the more liberal a society was sexually, societal collapse could be predicted by the third generation.

In fact, the most important factor found in those societies that flourished as a culture were chastity being required before marriage.

The greatest combination found: chastity before marriage and absolute monogamy.

Sorry Joseph Smith.

Not only was it predictive when a society did these things and that they would thrive, but it was also predictive when they failed to do them, they suffered for it.

When premarital chastity was abandoned, so absolute monogamy, deism, and rational thinking was put to the wall and shot, within three generations.

When a culture embraced total sexual freedom, that culture was gone within, yep, three generations.

When a people care for little else other than fulfilling their own self-gratification, the culture vanishes and is then relegated to the history books.

It’s Time to Party Like it’s 2059

Thanks for the anthropological lesson and all, but you might be asking, what does this have to do with America?

Well, not too long ago, we had what is so charmingly named a sexual revolution.

That’s right, back in the 1960’s, baby-boomers decided it would be a good idea to just disregard their Christian cultural heritage, cast off any kind of semblance of authority or self-control, and just have at it.

Before then, American culture predominately practiced premarital chastity and strict marital monogamy.

Well, except for Joseph Smith.

By the 1970’s that was pretty much gone, and anyone could do anything with whoever they wanted to. No strings attached, right?

It was the 70’s after all. Disco, man! It was groovy!

By the late 1990’s and early 2000’s most teens were having sex before marriage. Some before they were teens.

Sexual purity was something to be mocked for, not celebrated and certainly not the norm.

And, what was the result?

Our culture abandoned monogamy. Before the 1950’s divorce was rare. Not unheard of, but still rare.

By the new millennium, divorce is so common place it’s accepted in churches and pastors are divorcing their wives and there is little chance someone will find a spouse that will honestly commit to “until death do us part.”

What else have we lost?

Rational thought.

It does not take a rocket scientist to noticed how utterly stupid we’ve become as a society. Just look around! It’s insanity out there and the patients are literally in charge of the asylum.

Guys are girls and girls are unicorns and dogs are dolphins and….

Give me a break.

Our society has thrived over the last 100 years despite our social and moral decay.

But, now its time to reap the rewards of our labor.

Now sexual gratification is common place. Relationships and marriage are at an all time low. Christian religious participation is all but non-existent (and even when it is, they still can’t seem to get it right). Education is an atrocity. All the check-marks have been checked.

Hell, even Joseph Smith has come out of the closet to declare his seat at the table.

Polygamy is back, baby! Did you say something about a reality TV Show? Where’s the contract?

Unwin guessed it sixty years ago. America is doomed! We are witnessing the collapse of Western civilization and we have only forty more years left to go.

But wait. Didn’t the bible say something about this, also? Something like…oh, that’s right. I remember. Exodus 20:5-6; 34:7; Numbers 14:18; Deuteronomy 5:9: “I will visit upon you the sins of your fathers to the third and fourth generations.”

Apparently, God already knew this was coming, too.

Until my next post….

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Excerpt from Our Daughter:

“Okay, mom,” Randy said.

“You behave yourself and be nice. You’re lucky to have company while you wait for the doctors.”

The woman turned and started back the way she came.

“The nurse said it would be twenty or thirty more minutes, so we’ll eat quick and be back up here before they take you in, okay?”

“Okay, mom.”

“Sorry for him,” the woman said to Katie as she walked by.

“He’s funny.”

Katie grinned.

As the woman left, Katie noticed the boy moving around again on the bed. Before she realized what was happening, the tiny lump disappeared and she could hear the faint sound of bare hands and feet on the tile floor.

He was low crawling under the beds toward her.

A moment later, Randy popped his head out from under the nearest hospital bed, craning his neck around to look up at her.

“Hello, there,” Katie said.

Randy disappeared back under the bed, the bed sheet draping down almost to the floor. Katie could still see three little fingers pressed to the tile.

“What are you here for?” Katie asked, readjusting her seat in the chair, trying to get the ache in her chest to lessen.

For whatever reason, the wheelchair was really uncomfortable.

“Why are – ”

Randy’s voice trailed off for a moment as he looked around.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m getting my leg fixed,” Katie said. “See?”

Randy poked his head back out from under the bed and looked at the leg she was pointing to.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“The doctor said it’s broken,” Katie said. “Shattered.”


“Yeah. Ouch.”

“Can you feel it?” Randy asked, able to stay out from his hiding place.

“I can feel it, but it’s not too bad,” Katie said, then tapped the IV in her arm. “This thing is giving me medicine of some kind for the pain. At least that’s what the nurses said.”

“Why are you – ”

Randy stopped mid-sentence.

He scooted out from under the bed entirely and slowly crept over to her on all fours.

“What are you, some kind of spider?” Katie asked, giggling a little.

“What are you?” Randy echoed.

He was now only about a foot away from her chair and sat there, his legs folded up under him, gawking up at her.

“What are you staring at me for?”

“I’ve never – ”

Randy put out a hesitant hand and ever so gently touched her arm.

“Are you some kind of ghost?”

He looked around again.

“Are you – ”

He leaned in, talking in a whisper.

“Are you dead?”

A nurse came around the corner and stopped abruptly, spotting the empty bed in the far corner where Randy should have been.

“Randy Andrews,” the nurse said, her hands now on her hips. “You get right back into the bed and you stop playing around, please. They are ready for you in surgery.”

Katie watched as Randy scrambled on all fours under the beds and back up onto his, pulling the sheet back over top of himself again.

She started to ask him about his question, but couldn’t get the words out before his parents appeared at the door.

Katie sat there quietly, watching Randy stare back at her from under his sheet. She glanced over at his parents and the nurse, noticed Randy’s dad had no hair on the top of his head.

Are you dead?

What kind of question was that?

The snap of the wheel locks being disengaged on Randy’s hospital bed jarred Katie out of the confusion she was in.

The doctor she’d first seen was now at the door, waiting for Randy.

He was his surgeon.

They wheeled Randy out of the room, his parents following right behind, disappearing to the left, heading for his operating room.

The pre-op room was empty again.


Are you dead?

What kind of crazy question was that?

The nurse came back through the double doors.

“It won’t be long now,” she said.


Katie tried not to think about the dull ache growing just behind her sternum.

The nurse disappeared around the corner as Katie watched the double doors to the operating rooms slowly shut.

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