Father, mother, and children alone as a group under one roof attempting to secure all of the needs of living without assistance from any kind of tribal human collective. That is my own definition as I’ve come to know it over these past 3 years of parenting. As soon as my son was born, I felt the hammer falling upon me from all around… family, ‘friends’, onlookers… all doing their part in this insane society to let me know that now I had to change, now I had responsibility, now I was the great lone provider. I actually endured ridicule behind my back from spending the first year after my son’s birth in my mother’s home where I thought we might be better able to navigate that confusing time. Even my mother, a single parent since I was around 5 years old, still never misses a chance to tell me how she never had any help from anybody raising me… and she continues to this day to repeat that scenario for me, no help, no real interest in her grandson… recreating her own bitter history as some sort of strange unconscious payback. It is completely insane. And it is no goddamn accident.
   The co-opting of the tribal human family has been an efficient one. Orchestrated by those who desire wealth, monetary and material gain at the cost of robbing us all of our right to a sane social environment capable of sustaining love. In the lack of that tribal support, the home is nothing more than a box to eat and sleep in, Mother and Father both working full-time jobs to support what the culture has taught them they must own to “qualify” themselves. Children turned over immediately to the ‘educational’ institution, groomed from day one for the same fate.
   Well I’m not fuking buying it. My middle finger remains displayed to all of those who would have me abandon passion and youthfulness for the dungeon of so-called ‘adulthood’. The worst example I could set for my son is the same one that was set for me, martyrdom and contempt… the abandonment of dreams… go to hell I say. Go fuck yourselves and call me the bad guy, the black sheep, irresponsible, turn your heads for good and write me off, “oh, poor boy, if his father would just grow up and prepare for his future…” I have a news flash for you: The future you all have been so diligently planning for isn’t coming. While you spend your precious moments ‘preparing’ for the future by putting dollars in the banking system, your sons and daughters grow up, raised by someone else. That time was yours, and you wasted it. We are poor. We own nothing… and when your credit cards fail to work and your gastanks run dry, we will have lost only conveniences, not lifetimes of labor.
   Call me the bad guy. Leave us alone. Talk behind our backs then return to your television programs to remember how to think and what to believe.  My wife and I will sing songs about you around campfires and tilled Earth. We’ll remember you, but we will not follow you. Ever. The nuclear family is a deathtrap, and we will never cease our attempts to recreate what was lost to it’s engineering.
   But in the meantime, here we are, on the doorstep of a real life… posing as a nuclear family. And it’s not working.