Several times a year, I get invited to a bachelor party of some kind, and one of those times was this past week. And I always say no, which hurts the feelings of the people asking. But for context, I never go to bachelor parties. I find them reprehensible and socially destructive. I would go as far as to say that I hate them. But of course, people never understand why, because bachelor and bachelorette parties are accepted practices, and my policy is wildly out of step with social tradition. Many people are unaware of the origins of bachelor and bachelorette parties, so they observe them without understanding their history. However, I do know, and I’m just telling everyone, that the premise was created for all the wrong reasons, and that nothing good happens to them that is conducive to a good marriage with someone who is supposed to last a lifetime. When I had my bachelor party over 37 years ago, it entailed a few friends from the wedding party coming over to my house and watching The Empire Strikes Back. The most outrageous thing we did was go to Kroger and get some snacks, chips, and pop. And that’s how I liked it. You can’t start a good life with someone if, at the start of it, you are doing serious mischief. That’s the way bachelor parties are thought up – as one last fling with friends and family before bringing in someone with whom you will share a life and build a family around. There is a purposeful anti-family construction to these social reiterations that dates back a long time in human culture, specifically in this case, to the primary conditions found in the land of Canaan. One of the main reasons that God Yahweh targeted that land for destruction was that it was to be given to the people of Israel.
We’re talking about the widespread worship at the Temples of Astarte, where once a year women, all women, would prostitute themselves to perfect strangers and pay the church the wages of their disgrace. Women were to step outside of their social status as married women, moms, daughters, granddaughters, and would have sex with perfect strangers to show that there was nothing greater than admission to the collective sum that was outside of the individual choices a person makes. To become married to one person and build a family with that person, excluding outside social influences, is an affirmation to the gods that they are still acknowledged as greater than individual choices. And so it was with the fertility goddess Astarte, a consort of Ishtar. Having sex with perfect strangers was an appeasement to the cosmic forces that predated Yahweh and were commonly practiced all over the world, even to this very day. The sex with perfect strangers ritual has migrated into what we now call our bachelor and bachelorette parties of the modern age. The hope has always been that by aligning our integrity with the cosmic order, we might find rain for our crops, fertility for our women, and good luck for our offspring. And this was the kind of thing that Yahweh was rebelling against in the Biblical narrative. The Temples of Astarte were common in the Holy Land, and most everyone accepted them as usual, just as we do bachelor parties today. And the sexual practices were personally disgraceful, but were viewed as necessary for the greater good. That individual choices must always yield to the forces of collectivism. And that the Goddess Astarte would be pleased by such a public disgrace to appease her whims.
I have refused this tradition for all these reasons and more, and I have always said no to the invites. I have known a lot of people who have gone, and they do the Vegas thing that involves strippers and all kinds of terrible behavior, and often sex with strangers is involved. And women are no better, it is not uncommon for women attending these sexual rituals to see grandma sucking on a penis shaped popsicle and everyone laughing about it. Granddaugters raised by those same older women get to see their ideas of childhood debased in public by sexual rituals, such as a stripper getting a tip put into his G-string by that same grandma, or mom, in front of all her peers, and the guys penis slips out for all to see and she grabs it under the peer pressure of the mob to show that she still has it, sexually. The point of the ritual is for all the women to bond around the secrets of the bachelorette party. And from then on, at every Thanksgiving Dinner, or Christmas gathering, all the women will share the secrets of the disgrace that shows that the commitment to the collective whole of disgrace is more potent than the personal commitments of the individuals involved. At the heart of the bachelor’s and bachelor rituals is the assurance that sin together trumps personal obligations to the participants of a family and their personal decisions toward each other. At those same Thanksgiving dinners, the men remember when they touched the boob of a stripper as their wives cook in the kitchen, and they snicker about it while they watch football games. The common practice is not to discuss what happens at these parties, because the ritual is thought to be greater than the individual content.
Not that we are looking for the boogeyman of Marxism everywhere, but now we can see why that collectivist-based thought process took root in human cultures. It essentially goes back to the beginning of how human beings maintain a relationship with the universe. Astarte, as a goddess, or Ishtar and her sexual proclivities then and now, was thought to have the ability to grant relief to those who appeased her. Whether it’s just in the form of good luck, the appeasement of her through sexual practice is a collectivist affirmation for those not strong enough individually to stand on their own in life. And seeking the benefits of hiding in the herd is very tempting to the timid mind. But that has never been me, nor will it ever. I have always thought less of the people I know who have done these rituals, especially family members. I find them repulsive and anti-God, and anti-American. And they are certainly anti-Family. It is ridiculous to expect to start a marriage with debasement to the powers of collectivist sex as opposed to individual commitment to one person for a lifetime, which is the ultimate rebellion against the cosmic forces and their expectations. This was one of the reasons why Yahweh wanted the people of the land of Canaan crushed and destroyed utterly. And we still see those same forces at work today, for all the same reasons. The same people planning their next bachelor party to Vegas are the same people who can’t make up their mind toward the creation of a Palestinian state or the creation of Israel, because at the heart of their decision-making processes is a yielding to the forces of nature and how they are greater than any individual sum. It might be personally fun to indulge in a striptease while sitting in a chair around all the men of your life and let them watch you in a state of weakness to satisfy some ancient goddess. The men aren’t thinking about Astarte or Ishtar; they are thinking about boobies and pornography as a stimulus to collective notions of masculinity. But the forces at war with the human race want their desecration to validate their tyranny; they love to see appeasement toward their power through personal and purposeful weakness. Something that I will never give them. Under any conditions. That’s why I don’t go to bachelor parties.
Rich Hoffman

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