The Big Bad Wolf 🐺

Some thoughts on fatherhood

What’s up man.

Welcome back to another edition of your favorite publication, The Dream Lounge.

Today I want to discuss big bad wolves, and fatherhood.

I’ve been maligned for many years now both in the manosphere, by the media, by feminists, and even my own family of origin as something of a big bad wolf. The details vary but the underlying message is the same: Anthony “Dream” Johnson is a villain to be despised and reviled.

Even recently I’ve been publicly accused of “grifting” by manosphere frauds for the crime of posting pictures like the above of my own daughter, as well as for discussing the recent murder of my mother.

This is how intellectually and morally bankrupt a lot of these sterile con artists are. They wouldn’t know courage, love, and honor if they tripped over it.

Like feminists and trannies, these people cannot fathom being immensely proud of your own blood, much less discussing the death of your own mother in candid, clear terms.

Because they are textbook definition “grifters” themselves, all they see is grifting. They know nothing else, and can do nothing else. Blood sucking fraud and parasitism are the full extent of their mental, emotional, and professional capabilities.

I’ve only been a father myself now for a little over two years. It’s been a wild ride even since before her birth, during the pregnancy. It did not fully hit me that I was in fact a father until my daughter kicked me a few months into the pregnancy. That kick activated a protection instinct in me I had never felt before in that way.

It was more intense than anything I had ever felt for my wife, mother, nephews, or nieces. It remains unforgettable as a turning point in my life.

Some men should in fact not become fathers. Most should however, by far. For those that don’t and miss out on it due to their own actions, I pity them. It is a serious, blood line ending mistake.

Perhaps becoming a father has made me a big bad wolf more than I realize. Maybe the haters are more right than they realize, for reasons they don’t understand. I’ve scared people many times in my life by accident, before even becoming a patriarch.

Much of that is just a result of how I developed growing up, in a domestic setting similar to an active war zone or violent drug den. The degree of emotional focus and durability I had to develop as a boy is genuinely perplexing, even disturbing to the average person.

Indeed it doesn’t make a lot of sense at first glance. My own brother’s gruesome “overkill” murder by stabbing of our own mother has taken this issue to new heights.

I have no criminal history of any kind, ever, anywhere on earth. To the contrary I’ve been a controversial entrepreneur, public speaker, and event director for most of my life.

Lots of people on the internet don’t even think I’m “real” half the time, they assume I’m a photoshopped AI bot or something these days.

It is unimaginable to them that I would think and speak the way that I do, with a hot young thin well equipped wife, and a baby daughter even more beautiful than either of us.

I’ve willfully broken every Overton window and social taboo I can find, while making appearances in national media, and building events all over the planet for men. Not to mention a YouTube channel with over half a million followers.

Lots of people truly are “normies” or NPCs who dutifully obey every command that comes their way from a mob of retards. Their capacity for independent thought and action is limited by their own self-imposed slavery.

It’s truly disgusting to observe. A pathetic way to live this one precious life that you have.

The death of my father in 2023 was not a major deal for me. I mourned for about 5 seconds and said “good riddance”. He was wicked man and one of the worst fathers you could possibly have. He was however an excellent teacher in how not to be a father and husband, which has been of great value to me in life, even morbidly so.

The death of my mother has been far more significant emotionally. I still have memories of going to pre-school with my mom, not much older than my daughter is now.

Seeing her play on a playground as I once did, having the time of her life, really puts things in perspective. My own mother was being brutally beaten at home during that time, beginning before my own birth, continuing almost to the end of her life some 40 years later.

While it was fundamentally wrong to stay, she carried on taking me to playgrounds, school, and so on.

Just as I do now with her granddaughter, minus the domestic violence and lunacy that existed at home.

Instead of that at home, I just read about big bad wolves for Charlotte in her story books, preparing to knock her mother up again.

Here’s some more fresh grifting with my kid, prepping for Halloween.

Thanks for reading.

/s/ Anthony Dream Johnson